We have a winner! Hell, the name of my stick has been hanging in the air just waiting to be spoken. For at least ten years of my life, trudging across snow covered fields with our guns at the ready, getting lost on narrow gravel backroads or bad neighborhoods on our first forays into the Urban Jungle, Margadant in his best Chingachgook impression, urged me forward into poor decisions with, "Um, come Pathfinder ... etc." I suspect, although James has always been a literary man and a woodsman of sorts, it probably came from a
Jonathan Winters record rather than James Fenimore Cooper. Nevertheless,
Pathfinder has a nice, vaguely sarcastic ring to it.
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Not shovely?
I think Old Fool may have dibs on that one. Honestly, none of us call our staffs anything. They's jest sticks.
I took a body work class called "Fix Pain" from a fellow named John Harris, due to it's strong recommendation from my anatomy teacher. The work is done while the client is on the floor, and the therapist stands and uses feet/body weight. One uses a staff for balance. I had a length of dowel.
When I arrived the instructor had a "staff" with a bunch of feathers hanging from it and it was topped with a crystal.
This gave me pause. I'd already paid, and my anatomy teacher is a stand-up guy, so I figured there was nothing for it but to learn what I could.
All was well when I overheard the instructor complaining that he had to use the stick some client's brother had made for him, and that it looked like a goddamned anal probe.
All this to say: there's a lot you could do with a stick like that.
S'pose I could even call it Assfinder.
settled. Assfinder it is.
Just glad you didn't name it the "Toad Poker!"
Hey Toad, I liked the picture of you in the Army uniform. When the hell did that happen? The Army? Did you sneak in some National Guard duty while I was in Germany?
So what is the name?
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