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Cane and Able

I drive a pickup with adequate side-view mirrors.  "Adequate" means that with both mirrors extended, I cannot drive into my garage, so I have to reach out, grab the mirror on the driver's side, and haul it back.  I can handle that.  I have long arms.  


It is worse when I want to drive through a car wash.  Then I have to get out, and walk around, first to fold back the other mirror, too,  and then, later, to put it out again.  I do not handle that well.  


As a result, I suffer from retractable, electric mirror envy.   That is to say, I envy my brother, who has buttons.  That is to say, I do not like my brother anymore.  Until just lately.


Because I have had a recent hip replacement--which my brother has not had--I also have had to buy one of those generic, extensible, aluminum canes.  Because I have one of those extensible aluminum canes, I no longer dislike my brother.  With the standard window button in my pickup, I roll down the passenger side window, extend the cane to full length (about seven feet), hook the mirror, and haul it back.  And when the car wash--or pickup wash--is done, I reverse the cane and push the mirror back into place.  


The cruise control has gone bad, but my cane works flawlessly.  

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