My walking stick has provided me with the greater portion of my personal complements, not counting those made about my height, something over which I had no control (6'6"). Unlike vanity sticks, or the Irish shalale (made famous by the dreadful John Ford/John Wayne film, THE QUIET MAN) mine's sole use is to support me as I stumble my way through the day.
I recall a character in a Sherlock Holmes' story who had drilled out the center of his heavy walking stick and filled it with lead. Like so many Holmes' characters, this fellow felt his life was in danger. I knew a guy who carried a sword cane. He couldn't fence but fancied himself a modern Scaramouche.
My stick was constructed for me by a friend. I always cite him when complemented.
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Many things support us throughout the day as we 'stumble along'. The best of those supports are either those we fashion for ourselves or those fashioned for us by people who love us.
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