My childhood friend, Barb finally got her wheels. She’d been waiting for Medicaid to give her a power chair just like the commercials say. Low and behold, she finally got it. Now she can “power” around at a whole 4 mph! Sure hope she won’t get dizzy from all that speed.
Her power chair is called a Jazzy. When I first heard the name “Jazzy”, the word conjured up images of classy speed just like Jazz music. We chuckled for awhile over that one, and finally Barb said: “It’s faster than I can walk.”
Jazz on Gadabout! Jazz on.