This WheelChair?
It’s my latest hot rod (Sigh). This is a far cry from the screaming formula cars I used to have fun with, but at least I get around. It wasn’t always like this.
Such is what happens being at the wrong place at the wrong time. When war comes to a land and you stick [...]

That’s a tall order - literally. From my “vantage” point somewhere about a meter below the top of the fence, I watched as a black squirrel deftly scrambled along the wooden fence and scampered up a tree with his new born prize - a piece of fruit it dug out of the ground.

Moving around the Toronto Region in a wheelchair is certainly not the easiest mode of mobility. In fact going anywhere ia a wheelchair is a pain. I bumb into people; people let the doors slam onto me; younger people are too ambarrased to wait and try to sneak in ahead of me when I’m trying to open the door; a 2 inch rise in the sidewalk and I get stuck. Ai! What I’d do to have both my legs working again.