Old Ninja Dudes...

This past tuesday I was walking about downtown, just like many other folks, enjoying the nice weather. Shortly after I turned the corner from Michigan avenue and headed northbound on Huron street, I espied an old gentleman stumble, slip and fall to one knee, sending his cane flying, as he prepared to cross Huron street. I quickened my pace to see if I could be of any assistance, as he was slow to get up.

He grunted as he waved off my aid, mumbling something I didn't quite catch and preceded to gather up his cane from where it had fallen. I couldn't help but notice the glint of steel as he shoved his cane "back together" as apparently it was a "sword cane" and had come apart slightly when it hit the concrete. Yipes. That's one old dude that I shant mess with (not that I'm in the habit of doing so) out on the streets of Ypsilanti! Shades of colonial Bombay, what-what?