WOW! The ice truck!! You just brought back a long forgotten memory. We use to sneak up and grab broken pieces to eat. The guy never really cared but he always yelled at us..” Hey you kids get atta here before I call da cops!” I think he just liked to watch us run!!! Also reminded me of an old Italian guy (Richmond Hill,Queens) that would come around with a push cart with a seat on it and a pedal driven sharpening stone, and he would sharpen knifes and scissors.He didn’t speak english but we always spoke to him. We use to love giving him our pocket knives to sharpen, he charged us a nickel.
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