tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8786764158320829279.post3235157493057196999..comments2024-03-26T12:44:30.308-07:00Comments on Blue Heron Blast: RagmanBlue Heronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13516946085702606491noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8786764158320829279.post-77614104846834007802018-05-04T20:08:43.452-07:002018-05-04T20:08:43.452-07:00When I was a very young kid, about three or four y...When I was a very young kid, about three or four years old, I stayed with my widowed, Italian immigrant grandmother, on many occasions. There was a rag picker that pushed a cart, by hand, up the street. He had a sing-song chant of "cash paid for rags". This fellow was scary to me and I ran to my grandmother, whining about the rag picker and that I was afraid of him. She told me not to worry. If he bothered me she'd cut his ears off! (making a motion as if to slice off an appendage). That placated my young sensibilities and I was never afraid of the rag man again. Nanu would take care of it!Thomas G Johnsonnoreply@blogger.com