On the much-requested (via that “Suggest A Story” link on the right) topic of notable strangers seen around Atlanta, I offer you Stick the Samurai. I first saw him in Little Five Points, near Sweet Lime, where he was sitting on the edge of the sidewalk tying on his Japanese sandals. (I think. I may have added those in my head.) Since then, I’ve seen him in Midtown, too. He’s a pretty big guy with a graceful walk and a nice attitude, in my experience. You’ll know him by his big “rice-farmer’s hat” and, sometimes, a bokken. (Again, I think — in my imagination his vigilante adventures require him to travel with a little more gear than he probably does.)

Does he walk the Earth, like Caine in Kung-Fu? Does he mentor lost children in bushido? Is he hunted in the night by silent flocks of ninja, lining the rooftops and perching on streetlamps like birds? I like to think so.

We gave him the name Stick based on a guy we used to know in Chicago, who camped in the front yard of a local house and walked around with a broken broom-handle. He, in turn, got his name from the sensei who taught Daredevil his legendary martial arts know-how. In truth, I know next to nothing about him, except that he sometimes eats at Whole Foods.

If you’re reading this, Stick, I’m sorry for the stuff I got wrong.