I was leaving my last class for the day when I saw my friend, Ken Frankel, working out in the hallway with one of those pistol-grip label makers. I stopped and asked what he was doing.

“The dean asked me to put the room numbers up in Braille so the blind students can find their classrooms.”

As I watched Ken work, I thought of some of the blind students I knew there at Georgia State University. Suddenly the devil got into me and I asked, “Does that thing do the alphabet as well?”

“Yes,” Ken replied.

“Excellent! Let’s take it over to the men’s restroom in the Student Center and put up some graffiti in Braille!”

So we did. The next day we made a point of running into our blind friends, and asking them if they had been keeping up with the graffiti that people were putting up in the stalls.

The typical answer was, “Come on man, why are you asking me that when you know I can’t see it?”

So we replied, “Next time you’re in there, feel above the toilet paper dispenser.”

They did, and within 48 hours every blind student on campus had heard about it. Then they were after us to put up some more! They told us, “This stuff is great!”

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