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.