Although in this case, “The Man” is me.

A few years back, I managed to tear the cartilage in my left knee, while at the same time dislocating my knee cap.  While I only suffered two of the three symptoms of a classic “blown knee”, surgery was required and long story short, my dancing days are over.

On days when it is difficult to walk, I’ve been using a drug store cane as a mobility aid.  As you might guess, the drug store cane is pretty ugly, so I decided to make myself something more suitable for a gentleman wood worker.

I selected a piece of straight grain bubinga that was left over from Kris’ rocking chair.  I trimmed it out with some silver rings, a piece of water buffalo horn, and a piece of the holly, for which I sacrificed the extensor tendon of my right thumb.  But that’s another story.

A few hours on the lathe, some trial and error to get the length correct, and the finished product is ready for an afternoon stroll.

Cheers,
Tom