At age 34 and newly in a wheelchair, I lived for a month in a nursing home, an old brick building near a highway overpass in the Bronx. People sat in their doorways, wearing flowered housedresses and tan pressure stockings meant to be tugged up to the knees. They sat in their doorways because the hall is where the action is.
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