i spy - vol. 3: reading the weekend signs.

every once in a while in my neighborhood, this truck - 'the original mike's sharpening service' - appears. it comprises two guys who drive to knife-using businesses and offer their services; there are all sorts of sharpening machines and tools in the truck (actually, they take up virtually the entire cabin). i've always loved this truck, because it makes me feel like im living in a village from a forgotten era. you know, a town where people didnt have amorphous jobs; everyone was a craftsman or artisan of some kind, and you just walked around buying vegetables from the vegetable guy, and tapestries from carole king, and then you had the blacksmith fix your horse's shoes. at least, that's what it seems like from the movies.

now who's the one on camera, sign?

have a nice day, brought to you by the 11th hole.