In previous years, an old fellow with a bicycle used to pedal around the neighborhoods with a plastic water tub on the back, and a couple of stones, park in front of the buildings and holler up so the housewives could bring down their kitchen knives to be sharpened. They'd stand around gossiping while the old man did this thing, for about a dollar a knife. (Well, ¥100 per knife...) I hadn't seen him in the past two years, but today there was a new fellow. Younger, and riding a motorcycle with his stones on the back rack. (And charging ¥200 yen per knife...) The women all brought their knives down, but this guy actually wrote their names on them, and gave receipts when he took their knives. He proceeded to sharpen, using one or two water stones, frequently dripping on more water, and checking the edge after every 5-10 strokes. Most knives only needed the one stone service, and I have to admit, the finished knives were sharp enough to satisfy me... despite the dished-out
water stone he was using. Each knife sliced thin ribbons of thin newsprint with no drag at all!
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