Yeah, I remember that guy with his horse and cart making his way through the alleys of suburban Chicago. He would make his presence known by continually calling out, "Rags and old iron," but he had a different first language than us, and my friends and I thought he was saying, "Rags-a-lion." I asked my mother what that meant, and she told me what she thought he was really saying. I listened carefully after that. Nope, I was still sure it was, "Rags-a-lion." My friends and I would occasionally find ourselves yelling, "Rags-a-lion!" It was fun to say. He also sharpened scissors, and while I don't remember him actually picking up any rags and iron, I do remember many women coming out to have him sharpen up their kitchen tools. I guessed he was an expert at that.