In a message dated 9/1/2006 5:43:10 PM Eastern Standard Time, bumblebee28@verizon.net writes: > As you see, the mothers on the block, in order to keep us playing close to > home, told us that the ragman also collected kids in his burlap sack. > > > > > > Frank Hummel > Frank, great story, and really funny. I remember my mother telling me a story about a rag man who used to come down the alley behind her grandmother's house. Her grandmother had a parrot that know a lot of swear words thanks to the railroaders who boarded at her grandmother's house in Trenton. One day the Ragman came down the alley calling out "Rag's, Old Rag's," and the parrot called out "son of a bitch." Well, the rag man stopped his horse and knocked on my Great Grandmothers door and asked her to send out the guy who called him that. It turned out that she showed the Rag Man who it was, and they all had a good laugh. Diesel