The Texas Cockroach    Sure, I Can Walk, But Why Bother?
Recently, I purchased and installed a new stair lift in my
house. I was showing it off to my neighbors, and they asked me
if I put the lift in for my parents. They thought that was
really sweet of me, to prepare my place for when my folks got
too old to live on their own. I said, “Oh, hell no. It’s not for
my parents, it’s for me.”  I mean, sure, I can walk. I’m capable
of going up the stairs on my own, but why, when they make these
awesome stair lifts? At first, I thought of putting in an
escalator, but that still involves standing. I saw a stair lift
ad on the TV, and I was sold.  It brought back memories of
family ski trips when I was a boy. I hated skiing, but loved
riding the chair lift. Now, I can turn down the thermostat, grab
my old ski poles, and ride up and down all day. If I close my
eyes, I can have an Aspen stay-cation any day of the week.
Combined with my recently purchased scooter, I almost never have
to walk, or even stand, anymore. A