These people who go around wanting people they don’t like dead have probably never been anywhere near some of the places I’ve been very late at night that even I found scary. And bear in mind, some years ago, when a guy started walking toward me while opening a switchblade, I positioned my walking stick — then a fashion statement, not (as it is now) a utility — in a peculiar way and said to him in my best Clint Eastwood voice, “Go ahead, make my day.” He figured out that I wasn’t going to hit him in the head with my stick. I was going to deprive him of one of his eyeballs. He folded up his knife and walked away. I actually know how to use my walking stick — I have several — as a weapon. I wonder what “tough guy” Professor Zack would have done.
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