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Goofy Stories

We All Look Alike

I guess life must be pretty calm (read: boring), because all I have these days are gym stories. Toward the end of my workout the other day, a woman who sees me there most every week comes up to me,…
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Rough Waters

This weekend, we took a ferry trip to Bainbridge Island, an island in the Puget Sound near Seattle. I was driving the rental car, and my husband was in the passenger seat. The wheelchair and the luggage were in the…
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Another Day, Another Weird Restroom Story

This afternoon I stopped in at Barnes and Noble, and, having MS, needed to use the restroom. Three stalls, one of which was accessible. Its door was closed. I peeked under, and saw feet. I settled back to wait. Women…
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The Other Side of the Car

Two weeks ago, I left my car in the driveway for some very good reason, and my husband parked it in the garage. When I got ready to leave next, he was out walking the dog. I opened the garage…
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Bolder Boulder and Conveyance Pushers

Last year I did the Bolder Boulder 10K in my everyday wheelchair. When I registered, I was asked to sign an agreement (see Am I the Pusher of the “Conveyance”?). This year the agreement has been revised. The revision is…
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Grab Bar

Another Reason to Ask for an Accessible Hotel Room

Who knew? Note to those who don’t click through to the article: Dangling prepositions aside, Kevin Buckler is an able-bodied race car driver. Mr. Buckler finishes off his routine with 20 to 30 minutes of brisk cardio. When he is…
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It's a Jeep Thing

It’s a Jeep Thing?

Requested an “intermediate SUV”. Got a Jeep Wrangler, billed as a “full size, all terrain vehicle”, no extra charge (surprise!). Let’s see – way too high for (most) wheelchair users to get into, no way (that we could find) to…
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The Universal Elevator Key

I was talking to our city’s recreation director, and the issue of elevator keys came up (in order to use the elevator at one of the city pools, you have to get a staff member to operate it, using a…
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Going to the Theater

Sometimes I feel like Christiane is my long-lost twin. Here’s a translation of her post about calling the theater: A call to the Thalia Theater in Hamburg. Me: “Hello. Can you tell me if the Nachtasyl (the pub in the…
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Like Schumacher, after the bus

Christiane vs the bus: It was the White City stop, the same story as yesterday. I’m waiting in full sight at the bus stop, holding my hand out towards the street, clearly signalling to the driver that I want to…
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