I bought a cane, I saw it, it spoke to me, and I bought it. Impulse buy. Don’t need a cane.

I remember though as a boy, 3 or 4 years old,, I went with my mom to a friend of hers . He owned an antique shop At the end of the trip he let me pick something that I could have, and I picked this cane. I wonder if my mom still has that cane, I think she does.

I hope neither of us ever needs a cane.

Have a great weekend!

PS: I look at that picture, and I look at my floor. My floor is not dirty! I don’t know why it looks like that in the picture.

Have a great day!