Waste Not, Want Not

Most of the metropolitan cities have secondary egress via back alleys and driveways. Before the advent of the motor vehicle these were the umbilical cord of the residences they divided. The cities’ trade-people used these two passageways to provide their services. There was the knife sharpener with his honing wheel; unlike today’s dollar store specials of un-whet-able serrated throw a ways back then cutlery was cherished, cared for and passed from generation to generation. He’d yell a rolling call of knives, scissors, scythes, axes and cutlery sharpened. This was before the birth and death of the corner grocer when vegetable hucksters hawked their wares with a yammering call of, “Tomatoes, red ripe Jerseys!” or “Corn, we got corn, yellow and sweet!” or whatever vegetable they were selling that day. This was before the birth and death of the corner grocer half a century before the supermarket brought its benefits but we have paid the price differently with the loss of these sights and smells. The electrician, plumber, mason, and other repairmen brought their tools and supplies in and out of the back door. The front doorway and parlor were kept clean and immaculate for company neither dust nor dirt or grit was tolerated lest guests be besmirched. It was a simpler, less complicated and less hectic life. Rag pickers and newsprint collectors also used these paths for unlike today’s mandatory laws every household recycled it was a trait inbred into the population, “Waste not; want not.” 
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Aug 15, 2007