posted on January 1, 2007 - 3:12pm
Ten years ago, in 1997, I stopped walking and started using a three-wheeled Amigo scooter. My myotonic muscular dystrophy had finally done me in (or so I thought). Before that, I'd circled the globe. I'd been up the Swiss Alps and down the Grand Canyon. I'd walked the back streets of Bangkok and Unter den Linden, the main street of Berlin. But now I was sunk. I couldn't go anywhere, and my days...

New content is being added every day. Please check back again.