I was always proud of my eyesight. Growing up I was “Mr. 20/15”, and was grateful that I never had to mess with contact lenses or glasses. Then age took its toll. About ten years ago I started having to hold things farther and farther away from my face to read them. Eventually I ran out of arm length, leaving me to use “peepers” to read. I’ve written about that ugliness before. (here) Having grown tired of putting on my ...
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