Good morning centre (@centre)

Now that I see the difficulties my PN may one day bring about, the get-around-town question is much on my mind. My partner and I live in Denver, not far from the core city; we've public transportation, but it's nothing like NYC where I grew up. From where I'm sitting writing this, it's a bit of a trot to the nearest bus stop. We've light rail, too, but that's a triple trot from here. These are practical questions. I had thought to reply in a private message but then considered the get-around-town challenge something others might want to weigh in on.

I can't help but notice how my start-up post about PN and partners, doctors, and friends––tell them? or don't tell them?––has broadened into a more general question about how we live with our PN.

Ah, canes! I have an adjustable cane, a cheapie from the local big box store. I'm waiting to get a wolf's head cane like the one Claude Raines wielded in Wolf Man––not that I've seen any werewolves running about in my neighborhood in a long, long time.

Cheers!
Ray