Good Morning, Lovelies! My insomnia and the fact that I am far behind in sharing this story have inspired me to end my long silence. And I'm sure the black coffee I'm pretending to enjoy (I hate black coffee) is adding a little boldness to my heretofore speechless indignation. Allow me to set the scene. Three or four weeks ago now, on a Sunday, I was enjoying myself with the usual group of friends who take me to their church and then treat me to lunch. One of said friends and I were in the elevator going up to the apartment home where lunch would be, just minding our own business and looking pretty normal except I had my walker. Then I was reminded of one of the things I'm most grateful I no longer have to deal with in my current situation-- you never know who'll be sharing the elevator with you or how they will greet you. Sometimes when I lived in a downtown building, just keeping your mouth shut in those situations was a matt...
