To the editor:
For many years now, I have relied on a cane to get around. My favorite cane is one that belonged to my grandfather. I have had a habit of leaving it in restaurants, stores or wherever, even out of the country, but it has always found its way back to me. A few weeks ago, I left it somewhere in Gloucester and after a few weeks I thought it was finally gone forever. But one day I opened my front door and there it was, hanging on the doorknob!
Thank you (whoever it was) for bringing me back my favorite — now I can continue to “raise cane.”