Nothing can bring the cheer better than FR.
Thanks all!
I considered that when I broke my ankle. In my defense, I was a HS sophomore at the time . . .Wish I remember the name of the movie in which two YLs - one wealthy from LA, the other impecunious from England - impulsively trade living quarters on the spur of the moment without knowing what they are doing.The offensive thing that the movie did, gratuitously, was to have the LA girl slip on the ice and reach up, breaking her fall by grabbing a tree branch above her. As a survivor of having my bell rung by falling on the sidewalk because I could not avoid slipping on a hidden ice patch I was on the lookout for, and could not protect myself from the fall, I just found that offensive.
You and I know that it does not work that way. If you slip on ice, you are halfway to the ground before you can do much about it. And if you hit the cement with your head, even with a little padding (e.g, your hand), you will not remember anything after you started to fall.
Ice underfoot is no joke. The more so if you are “old enough to know better.” Even using the walking sticks I got for Christmas I am still gun shy over the possibility of slippery conditions.