Navigating
Yesterday afternoon, I arrived at a cafe in downtown Berkeley at the same time as an elderly blind man. He had a cane in his hand, and a small messenger-style bag over his shoulder. He asked for help getting to the counter, so I, all boy scout-ish, took his arm and guided him. He was maybe 80, and, even sighted, would have been moving slowly.
After he got his drink, I took him to his table. As we went, he explained “I heard this was a hotspot. I want to see if I can login from here.”
I regret that I was in a hurry to get back to work — I would have loved to see what equipment he was using.
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