It must have been about 25 years ago, when I was quite young, that I saw my mom sharpen a kitchen knife for the first time, with a sharpening stone. The sound of it drove me nuts, but I asked her to let me help. I had used flat stones until recently.
Also, knife sharpeners used to walk the streets on that day, sounding their whistles, and they would charge a few cents to sharpen knives for housewives. It was a fun scene. I have no idea if this happened in the U.S. or anywhere else at that time, but up until 10 years ago, it was common to hear the sharpener's whistle, and a bunch of women would run outside to use his services. This was in Mexico.
The 204 is a welcome upgrade nowadays. <img src="smile.gif" width=15 height=15 align=middle>
"Never trust machinery more complicated than a knife and fork." -R.A.H.