I’ve got disability issues on the brain this afternoon. So, three links.
Disabled actors should play disabled characters in films.
My lovely wife in the psych ward.
A heartwarming tale involving a Kirby vacuum salesman.
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OK, that vacuum cleaner salesman story made me teary.
Words I never thought I’d type.
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Try that with a Dyson.
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Now that would have been a trick, if a hopeful letter to the Dyson company landed Freeman Dyson at your house. Probably a bit scary.
I’ve read a couple of stories like this now — there’s Fireman Max (love that max), who loves fireman, and whose birthday party was attended by Ladder 31, there’s Trash Wednesdays (life with Greyson and Parker). What strikes me about these stories is how much the vacuum cleaner salesman, trashman (or whatever the right word is), firemen get out of the love and excitement the children offer. Fireman are not unloved, but the sheer excitement on Max’s face when they arrive at his party, has to be worth a lot to them. And, salesman? When in the universe would one imagine excitement at a vacuum cleaner arrival at your door/
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That’s it. Once my Dyson goes, I’ll be buying Kirby.
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Our child was similarly obsessed with vacuums as a toddler. Whenever we visited anyone at their house, we needed to be ‘introduced’ to their vacuum as well. What a delightful story!
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I sold Kirby vacuums! I even got a $700 scholarship.
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