where I grew up in PA, near Philly, we had a milk man, a produce guy, a meat man, egg man…we always looked forward to when they’d show up. And…a guy who would come around periodically and sharpen knives. Yes, a person, but all were men, so I called them that. Maybe history will repeat itself, and this could make a comeback…
(and I don’t mean those sleazy meat guys who try to sell lousy crap)