In a garage on Olympia’s west side, two fighters sit side by side in powered wheelchairs, then let the punches fly.
Simon Calcavecchia takes a right hook to the head. He dodges another. The fighters lock arms and hurl insults.
“You’re going down,” taunts Joshua Curtis, his boxing glove coming loose. “What’s wrong buddy, you can’t reach me?”
The sparring session ends with laughter, but their purpose is serious. Continue Reading »