Esta mañana regresé de México. .. .

A handicapped parking spot doesn't mean anything in México. I think I'd lose my mind if I lived there with my son. In this last week that I spent in Acapulco, I saw about 5 disabled folks in public. Three were begging, one was walking with an obvious situation of cerebral palsy; though well-dressed and very confident and on his way somewhere. The fifth was in her wheelchair and with her family. Just gets me thinking. . .