There is no challenge that duct tape can’t overcome in the right hands. My husband has such hands. There is a pesky, Parkie peculiarity pertaining to stairs. Specifically–walking down them. When I look down, I see the step as if I’m wearing reading glasses and looking at a distant object. The challenge is heightened when the stairway is light and monochrome.  Often — especially when I’m tired – my perspective is uneven and wonky. Steps are both closer and farther than they appear. On the Parkie perk side, I’m a great judge of whether or not the rise and run of a stairway complies with the building code.  It’s odd, like much of this idiosyncratic disease. I descend slowly, cautiously,… READ MORE