I Love Wrigley Field, But as a Wheelchair User, I Sure Wish It Was Easier to Navigate

Since I was a young child, I’ve loved sitting near the first or third baseline at Cubs games with my dad. I first visited Wrigley Field when the lineup included the legendary names of Santo, Banks, Beckert, Kessinger, and Williams. As a teenager, I rode the bus to the ballpark, and a bleacher seat and hotdog could be had for babysitting or grass-cutting money. You could practically reach out and touch the players. And everything—the bathrooms and concessions—were just a quick hop, skip, and jump away.

But now, Dad is gone, and so are my days of hopping, skipping, and jumping.