tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1982462977744808678.post5915335895496840827..comments2024-03-26T17:48:13.000-07:00Comments on The Clerk Manifesto: Going down like dominos Feldenstein Calypsohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04896259011478481374noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1982462977744808678.post-6976746101455352392020-09-25T13:13:32.651-07:002020-09-25T13:13:32.651-07:00Don't hold your breath, blogspot isn't let...Don't hold your breath, blogspot isn't letting me edit.Library Loggerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16305782876201076334noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1982462977744808678.post-82052839122619841942020-09-24T13:08:12.197-07:002020-09-24T13:08:12.197-07:00But at least nobody fell down the dreadful stairs?...But at least nobody fell down the dreadful stairs?<br /><br />I was walking my mother from a parking lot into a restaurant some years ago, when she was in her 90s. She misjudged the ramp cutout, tripped, and fell like an axed tree. The manager saw this, came out to check, and insisted on calling 911--to my mother's horror. They came, checked out her bruised elbow and broken glasses, and finally left when she absolutely refused their help. She would be in the first category of you examples.<br /><br />I visited a library yesterday that had stairs from the basement to the second floor. Short flights with landings, and railings on both sides. Perfect! Yes there was also a tiny elevator. Stand by for a couple of new posts, probably on Friday.Library Loggerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16305782876201076334noreply@blogger.com