Based on some sort of left-field premonition, I think I will someday need a cane—or maybe I will just use one for sheer pleasure as a sartorial accoutrement, like an attache or a brooch. Either way, when one strikes my little girl's fancy I take note.
In this case it was during the President's summation of the State of the Union. That whittled bald eagle now ranks a close second behind the Ronson Lighter walking stick I have vowed to put a down payment on with my economic stimulus handout. To hell with my heating bill, I say! My fingers might be frostbitten, but when I stroll down Madison Avenue people will say, "that girl...can light my cigarette with her cane, and that is very practical."
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