Usually, when Earl and I fly, it's on a full size airplane with a gateway to the plane door. I scoot down, we check both the scooter and wheelchair like baby strollers, I hold on to his shoulders and we walk to our seat. Done. But the direct flight to Tucson was on a small plane, outside at the end of the terminal, with a ramp rather than a gateway. So much for not being obviously disabled (a misguided, but persistent fantasy). But there are some advantages to disabled travel and my friends learned to embrace them. Going through security is usually unpredictable, but often, the line is shorter. People with disabilities board first, and if there is room, often upgraded. For our flight, all four of us we were indeed upgraded to first class (yay!, free wine). So, I scooted to the end of the parking gates, bit another humiliation bullet as they strapped me into an aisle chair and hauled me up the ramp.
|The Tucson Casita|
|Tucson at it's best|
|Tucson Botanical Garden|
|Tohono Chul Park|
|Time Machine Museum of Miniatures|
The lesson: Always something to do in Tucson before May
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