Another Day in Paradise
I was coming home from a three-day ADA training fest in Fairbanks, Alaska. When I got to Homer, Alaska, where I live, there were three others waiting for a cab. The dispatcher decided we could all be friends and share a ride.
By the time the luggage was loaded there was no room for my wheelchair. I thought, "what the hell. It's a gorgeous day. I'll just roll on out of here." I had left my truck at a shop for some routine maintenance. The shop was just a couple of miles from the airport. The exercise would do me good after three days in conference rooms, I thought.