Stickman has outdone himself this time. Last evening, I swung by his breezeway to trade in a walking stick I got from him three years ago. Stickman had the perfect replacement -- a somewhat heftier stick that fits in my right hand perfectly. I took it out for a three-mile walk last night. It was of such perfect weight and size that I forgot I was tapping it along the ground after a mile or so. I'm looking forward to many walks with my new companion stick. Now for your morning Wild Card ...