Most of you know that he fell in December and one of his legs is still immobilized with a brace. He can limp around but any distances are exhausting,so we arranged for wheel chairs to meet us along the trip. The hotel wheel chair left a lot to be desired and I could not push it over the thick carpet in all the hallways and casino. After much dithering he agreed to rent a scooter. For someone who is used to having both his legs work, this seemed like an affront to his dignity, but being the great guy he is, he took one for the sake of his wife's back. It has worked great getting him from place to place. It was the hit of the party when we first got together with the conference group, so much so a few of the crazier people in sales rented two that night and raced around the hallways. I would like to think it was sympathy for him, but I think it was Vegas craziness.
Last night was the ultimate test, we were going to dinner two blocks away at the Mirage. Despite all of the promises of the staff when it came time to get a cab that would actually take the scooter there was much hemming and hawing. So we set out on foot and scooter. Congratulations Vegas! It really is a walkable city. There are bridges over the busiest intersections with an elevator (and escalator) up and down to get you to the other side. We followed the door man's directions on the way over but freelanced on the way back. The way over was easier, coming back we segued through the Palazzo resort with a little help from a maintenance man on the patio and a security guard in the casino. The maintenance man gets double thank you's - he stopped what he was doing, told another co-worker where he was going, parked his decorated trash can and walked us far enough into the casino to see where our next stop would be. Vegas and the resorts are doing a great job with hospitality training.
Bruce has named his ride Catherine in honor of CSI Las Vegas, she has not let him down so far but I know he will be glad to be home with only his personal wheel chair for extended trips. Friday we will go and get his handicapped placard. His plan is to be driving himself by the weekend. As Mom would say, when you are a hammer - everything looks like a nail, and he is determined to get some more independence. Not that I blame him. This has been a little more togetherness than we have ever enjoyed!
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