Reminds me of the pictures I’ve seen of NYC in days past and the guys who went door to door sharpening knives...or, the rag-men pushing carts down the streets.
Days past? I just had my knives sharpened by a guy driving around the neighborhood in a pick up truck. And everyday I walk to an open market, where farmers bring in their produce, and buy fresh veggies and fruit. Being armed in a large city to protect yourself is the first rule. But living in a city with an infrastructure of oil refineries, hospitals, transportation, outlining farms and people being innovative to survive is my solution to a melt down. And as long as the dollar remains “legal tender” and the police and the militia are paid with it....shop keepers and farmers will have to accept it. The only way to survive is WITH OTHER PEOPLE, not alone. I was in eastern Europe when the SHTF and I can tell you being alone or out in the country is a death sentence.