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Rolling Around In My Head doing damns the darkness/ A Blog By Dave Hingsburger

Again

Once again, and I know this is hard to believe, a fellow passenger attempted to steal my wheelchair from the door of the aircraft. My chair is old, well worn, and easily identifiable as a personal chair. It bares faint resemblance to the airport chairs. But just as I was told that my chair was up, a flight attendant noticed that it had disappeared and sent the gate agent fleeing

Wait HERE

I couldn’t believe how I was spoken to, any of the three times it happened. First I was directed by an airport staff to wait in a section roped off for disabled people to wait to be pushed to their flights. I am able to push myself to the flight, I didn’t need and hadn’t asked for the service. Second, another staff directed me to wait off to the side

Here’s an Idea

I was reading an article on line about a new tourist attraction in NYC that I’d like to go to see. As is typical, the reviewer never mentioned any form of accessibility. I know, I know, I know, it wasn’t published on a disability blog, but it was a piece that was meant to inspire tourists to go. I made a comment stating that when a journalist reviews a venue,

Shorting Out

We were waiting to take off, sitting in the disabled area near the gate, with another couple. She used a really cool looking scooter and my interest in the fact that she had it at the gate started the conversation. I asked about her experiences with traveling with a scooter and that was it, we were off. They were a well established elderly couple recently retired, both had worked longer

The Tattoo

I am a gay man. I am a disabled man. I am these things all the time but these things aren’t always forefront in my mind. Further, I don’t often feel both identities rise in me simultaneously. But. It happens. Joe and I were on a plane that had landed and we were waiting until everyone got off so that we could get ourselves organized and out. They plane unloaded

Help That Hurts

After learning that I would not be able to take the shuttle over to pick up the rental car I had to go back across to the airport sidewalk to wait to be picked up. To do this I would have to push uphill across a busy street, but no worries there was a police officer directing traffic, and then up the curb cut on the other side. I checked

Proudly Accessible

I did ask. “Are the buses accessible that take us from the airport to the rental cars?” A beaming smile accompanies the word yes. When people are that happy about accessibility, for an odd reason, I get less trusting. “You know, with a ramp and everything?” Again a big smile and a yes. Okay. We go out to catch the a bus that will get us our car. We arrive

Omaha’s Welcome

When we landed in Omaha, I was greeted by a young man who was there to assist me in getting from the plane to the luggage area. As you all know I’ve been working do become completely independent in airports and explained to him, once I’d gotten myself to the top of the arrivals ramp that I thought I’d be okay. Now, I made this decision based on the fact

LaboUr Day

In Canada, like the UK and other countries in the Commonwealth, we spell ‘labour’ with a ‘u’ … and today, in particular, I think that’s so appropriate. I was talking to an elderly woman yesterday who was really excited about her Labour Day plans, she will be taken by her aide to a family gathering. She told me that she resisted getting a personal assistant because she didn’t want to

Korean Cauliflower (the restaurant, part 2)

We were seated on the patio. The only place that could fit the 6 of us comfortably was the tall table just outside the door to the patio. We ensured that I was pulled into the table such that the door could open easily and that people could get passed me without difficult we did that. Let me say again: we did that. Then it all began. Our orders were

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