This morning in Brooklyn Heights

I remember these grinder trucks from when I was a kid, and even then I didn’t understand how they stayed in business. This guy was driving slowly down Hicks Street, holding his hand out the window to hit his bell slowly with what looked like a metal version of the drumstick with which you hit your toy drum when you were a kid.

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