Serving Middle Village and Maspeth since 1938.

Originally published in the January 1998 Juniper Berry Magazine


Now that I've reached the "Creaking Age" when everything in the body creaks and groans like the floor boards in an ancient row boat I find that what's left of my health is up a creek without a prescription. In addition to all my maladies something new has been added that has kicked me when I'm down. My right knee has collapsed like a worn out accordian I don't like the tune it's playing.

To compensate for my recent lack of mobility I've acquired a cane. With the help of this cane I've tried to create a level praying field while crossing no man's street on the corner of Eliot and 80th. Unfortunately what I really need is something more substantial like an AK47 to protect me. Either that or a white flag to surrender my right of way.

All this has led me to thinking about a way to retaliate against all the traffic I can't bear.

Hopefully, some day maybe all the cane walkers like myself will ban together and rise up against the tyranny of the motorists who constantly risk our lives.

What we need is a "CANE MUTINY!