Only in Cazenovia


We exchanged greetings, talked a little bit, and then he took me by the arm and ushered me toward the pharmacy section where he asked to see the attachment for canes. They had one left. I bought it. It cost me about $6 and no Internet shipping charges.

Sitting down on a nearby chair, my gentleman friend said, “Come over here and sit down. These things are easy to attach, but let me do it for you,” and he began to attach the prongs to my cane. Oops, bad news: He needed a phillips screwdriver to attach the screws.

A man, standing and waiting for his prescription to be filled, strolled over and pulled a Swiss Army Knife from his pocket and handed it to my friend. It was perfect. The job was complete. My cane was like my car with its snow tires, ready for weather. Now, two Cazenovian gentlemen had come to my rescue.

My friend refused a ride home and, in walking me to my car, admonished me, saying that I should get some spring-type attachments for my shoes. I told him I had YakTracs on my boots at home. I thanked him profusely, and we parted once again. On the way home, I thought, “Only in Cazenovia!”



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