Helping Hands across New York City
The three different doctors who sold me my three knees strongly agreed on one aspect of my future: “Don’t fall. Do everything you can to proceed safely. DO NOT FALL.” Gotcha. I have respected their advice and been uncharacteristically cautious. During the past 21 years, since Knee 1, I have fallen – but only three times. None of those tumbles was my fault. I am v-e-r-y careful. Until last week. When I was visiting New York City. I blew it. My dear BFF, Ginger, lives in Forest Hills, a leafy section of Queens, just outside Manhattan. Ginger converted her late husband’s ...