Coming home late one night I forgot my son had been rearranging the couch cushions. With a blanket on top of them it looked like someone could be laying underneath. With my pistol at the ready found a new use for my cane. Instead of pulling the blanket back with my bare hands I was about to use my cane to do it. Then a different thought came to mind. Hey I live here and if someone is hiding too bad. With a nice over-hand I smacked where the mid point would be. Not just a thump, were talkin a Babe Ruth-out of the park smack. Well nothing moved so things were back to normal. The ole walking stick has more than one use. 
