When I was 18, I fell in with a group of young people. Like me, they were deaf. All of us spoke; at that time none of us used sign language. Among these people I quickly found a significant point of difference between people who were deaf and people who were not. It was laughter. […]
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When I was part of a social group of deaf people during the 1970s, a popular outing would be to a pizza restaurant. “Restaurant” is a word I use … Read On...