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This area has been hit with a fair amount of snow recently, and while we do our best to keep our sidewalk clear and we’ll also help out our neighbors, we can’t expect everyone across all the blocks to do a consistent job. After a big storm, like the one we had the past Sunday, I knew that things weren’t going to be great. In walking Alice to the bus stop, I brought a snow shovel with me and cleared the areas in front of her as needed (and it was needed).
At one point, two dogs came charging at us at full speed, barking up a storm: a chihuahua and a Pomeranian. Huge threat. As the approached, I planted the snow shovel onto the sidewalk, making a nice resounding thunk. The reward was both dogs immediately turning tail and retreating with a satisfying, cartoony, “AI-AI-AI-AI-AI.” Had I a little more presence of mind, I would’ve led with “YOU SHALL NOT PASS!” before dropping the shovel.
The real work was at the bus station:
several feet of road margarita piled up preventing the kids from getting to the bus. I dug it out, finishing up right when the bus pulled up.
You can see from this picture that the people who “clear” the area have no real belief that this should be a functional bus stop. You know, a place for people to wait for and get to a bus.
The point is, as a parent of a child with disabilities, you can demand that the world be 100% accessible (and under some circumstances you should) or instead you can choose to fix what’s broken. In this case, the fix is simple: after a snow storm, I bring a shovel with me and fix what needs fixing (and if I had time, I would have dug out the kiosk too, but I had to get to work).