I remember the day I was walking back from the gym & saw the knife grinder truck & ran home, wrapped my knives in a dish towel, handed them to my then bf & said “the knife grinder is at the corner of Guernsey, GO” & only after did he explain that he had no idea what I was talking about but went
dracaena marginaliaWhen I lived in Brooklyn there was a knife sharpening truck that would come around and when you heard it ringing its bell you could run outside with knives and scissors and get them sharpened! (I assume it is still there, this was like 2 years ago).