Well, once at Disney Land, my wife who needed the rest room 
walked in with me tagging along right there with her.  We got all 
the way in before she realized that I was still there, 
attentively listening to her.
Thanks for the funny stories Sylvia.  Jim WA6EKS

----- Original Message -----
From: Sylvia Bernert <[log in to unmask]
To: [log in to unmask]
Date sent: Thu, 30 May 2013 18:12:00 -0600
Subject: Re: sighted wife

Since we're on this topic of blind and sighted, I thought I would 
share a
funny but embarrassing story that happened a few years ago.

My daughter was probably 6 at the time.  She's almost ten now.  
One day we
were out somewhere and I kindly asked her to walk me to the 
Ladies' room.
So she walked me to the door and said, "Okay, here you are, Mom," 
and
quickly left.  She didn't go inside with me.  She just waited 
outside the
door.  When I walked in I heard a voice say, "Hello." who 
happened to be my
husband.  To which I responded, "Hello Dear, what are you doing 
in here?"  I
ran out of that restroom so fast.  Later my husband said that 
just before I
walked out of there, there were a couple men washing their hands 
who were
trying very hard not to burst out hysterically.  I've never let 
my daughter
live that one down.

Then there was a time when her grandpa was with us and I again, 
asked her to
walk me to the Ladies' room.  Grandpa noticed her vearing me over 
to the
Mens' room; he made a point to watch closely.  So when he saw 
that he said,
"Don't you walk your mother to the Mens' restroom."  My daughter 
gave him a
scowl expression, and Grandpa commented, "Boy, she can sure be 
honery, can't
she?"  Needless to say, I think my daughter gets her prankster 
streik from
her dad.  LOL!!

Sylvia Bernert
"If you can conceive it and believe it, you can achieve it."

-----Original Message-----
From: For blind ham radio operators 
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On Behalf Of Howard Kaufman
Sent: Thursday, May 30, 2013 4:04 PM
To: [log in to unmask]
Subject: Re: sighted wife

Jerry, everybody does something well, and nobody does everything 
well.
Honesty is the best policy, the truth shall set you free.  The 
cane explains
why you do what you do, and why others do what they do.
I get near the men's room by asking the waitress to direct me, 
taking her
arm and holding my cane to the door.  Inside, I know a couple of 
things.
If it isn't the size of a home bathroom, the sinks are near the 
door, with
the urinals placed around a wall, so if the door is opened, 
nobody sees.  If
I don't hear anybody, I explore, if I do I ask.  The cane will 
find what I
don't want to touch.  After years of struggle, I have learned 
that the more
comfortable I am in asking, the more comfortable people are with 
answering.
So I'll ask towels or blowers?  Where do the towels go?  Stalls 
are easy to
find anyway.  I wouldn't do any of this with out a cane, because 
the cane
explains why I am asking.