Back in the late ’60s, a good friend of mine lost a leg in a freak boating accident. A year and a half later, he was called to report to the draft board and, good citizen that he was, he went.
The Commission had funded a study to see whether an underground subway station needed to be made accessible. The researcher descended two steep flights of stairs to the subway platform and, with his clipboard at the ready, he began observing. And counting.