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I’m not sure when my beloved companion started devoting a share of her anxieties to the fear that my growing clumsiness and lack of balance was going to fetch me up at the bottom of our front-hall staircase, one of these days. But as it became harder and harder to negotiate those stairs, she became more and more insistent that we needed to invest in a stair-climber.
Karen testified that Uncle Chuckie-poo loved his, and that we needn’t shop around: Acorn was the only vendor we should consider. Besides, “Health Insurance” pays for it all, anyway. So we did. It set us back $3,150 out of our retirement savings, with the expectation that each year remaining to me would cost us another $250 for the least expensive service contract. Our “Health Insurance” declined to participate. But Acorn came and installed it. And we’ve been glad. |
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First thing I did, with my fancy new safety device, was to fire up the Clock app on my iPhone and Stopwatch a trip from one end of the rail to the other. Wanna guess how long? Forty-three seconds! Either way!
Only one way to describe that: “Dignified and stately,” wouldn’t you agree? |
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