Henry Gooden’s power chair died the other day on South 16th Street, about a half-mile short of his apartment in the Scottish Rite Towers.
He’d gone to Holt’s for a blend of pipe and cigarette tobacco that lets him roll his own smokes and save money on Newports.
When his chair ran out of juice, Gooden was outside the 274 Apartments. He figured he was stuck…
Then a passing cabbie told the men of a new player in town, a powder-blue and maroon Freedom Cab van, specially equipped for wheelchairs.
A few minutes later, Billy Goodman pulled up to the curb. In the front passenger seat rode Everett Abitbol, co-owner of the cab company. They opened the back gate, fastened two hooks to the front of Gooden’s chair, hit a switch, and drew him into the back of a new Toyota Sienna.
“I’m glad they came,” Gooden says of his Nov. 8 ordeal. “I’m glad they have the service.”