Delta Airlines and Powerchairs
I haven’t flown Delta in decades. Does Delta really not let you gatecheck a powerchair or scooter?
From Delta’s website:
We need 48 hours advance notice and at least one hour advance check-in on the day of departure if you:
* Require the packaging of a wheelchair battery for shipment as checked luggage (one hour advance check-in at the ticket counter).
and
We appreciate your checking powered equipment that may require disassembly at the ticket counter so we can arrange for proper handling. You may use our wheelchair equipment after checking your personal wheelchair.
If you use a powerchair or scooter and fly Delta, tell me that it ain’t so!
Stupid access tricks
We went to see our lawyer today. Apparently the landlord of his building decided to make the building accessible.
They built a nice ramp up the curb:
Then they built a nice ramp from the sidewalk to the building doors:
Then they found out that an elevator inside the building was going to cost $60,000, so here’s what you get once you’re inside the door:
Game over!
It might have been slightly more cost-effective to check on the elevator cost first.
A Day in the Life (of my new camera)
In anticipation of our trip to Italy this fall, I bought a camera.
I’m not much of a picture taking person (as my children will attest), but maybe I’ll reform.
The camera came, I read the user’s manual, and today I’m trying things out. If you’re a close family member or really have nothing more interesting to do, the pictures (and some narrative) are on Flickr.
Two Encounters
One
The other day I pulled into a parking space, one of two permit spaces, each with its own access aisle. Another car pulled in next to me at almost the same second. I opened my car door, leaned my seat back. The driver of the other car, a 20-something man, did the same. I pulled the wheelchair frame over me and put it on the street. So did he. I pulled out a wheel, put it on, pulled out the other wheel, put it on. So did he. I said something stupid and mindless like, “That’s the first time I’ve ever done synchronized wheelchair unloading.” He looked at me like a scalded cat and left as quickly as possible.
Two
Saturday night I went to an ASTER concert. Another synchronized parking and wheelchair unloading performance (not really, the other person drives a van, hobbles out of her seat and pulls her folding chair out of the back). I know her slightly. There’s a line waiting outside the auditorium. We get in line together. We chat about our kids (both have just graduated from high school). At some point she says, “This is so nice, standing in line talking to you and not getting a crick in my neck.”
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