From the Now I've Seen Everything File

Hooked up with a bunch of compadres last night for Mojitos and jawing*. One friend's wife is currently involved in a Conducting Symposium ('Conducting' as in One-involved-in-the-Maestro-y-Arts and not 'Conducting' as in a Casey-Jones-Lifestyle). One of the Tools of the Trade is the Conductor's Baton; looks like a stylized Magician's Wand that a Conductor waves vigorously before the assembled performers in the hope that they will 'get it right' and--thus--entertain the audience.

Fortunately for my friend's wife, a gentleman specializing in the creation of said sticks was on-hand and dispensed with his business card.

It read:

Custom Batons



Wow Oh WOW.

I'd suggest something in ash or teak with lightning bolts etched into 'em; y'know...to make them look 'cool'.

Kaff
T

*A fine collision of fun---the enjoyment of which could have only been heightened if one of the bar-jockeys had set a burro-pinata on fire and tossed it in the general direction of the Faux-Mariachis 'entertaining' the masses near the restrooms...come to think of it those may not have been musicians 'sanctioned' by the Watering Hole and, instead, rogue nomadic performers OR an impromptu gathering of drunk and like-minded musically-inclined ne'er-do-wells; any which way, a blazing paper-mache pack animal aimed deliberately at them would have been welcomed none the less. A boy can dream/hallucinate.