I am in a hotel in downtown Cheyenne, WY waiting for my truck to be repaired (again). I walked down to the lobby and into the coffee shop this morning and what do I see? A fellow sitting in a wheelchair knitting a scarf in intarsia on large straights.
He had several intarsia scarves in bright colors laying around him on the backs of chairs and such. It was obvious he’s trying to sell them. If I’d had any spare money I would have bought one to help him out but my own wallet is a bit tight right now.
Naturally I couldn’t resist walking over and talking to him. He said that he had taken up knitting to give him something to do since being in a wheelchair prevents him from doing a lot of the stuff he used to do, and also said he picks up an extra twenty bucks here and there from his scarves.
I let him know that I am a fellow knitter we chatted about it for a couple of minutes before I had to return to my room to take care of truck related business.
Once I finish up my morning coffee and the ton of phone calls I have to make and take I’ll take my knitting backpack back down there in the hope that he’ll still be there and we can spend a little more time talking about knitting while knitting together.
I just thought it was really cool to run across a fellow male knitter KIP.