My Dad always told me I’d need glasses around age 42. I took that to mean if I didn’t by the time I made it to that age, I’d never need them! Funny how ‘Father Time’ smacks you upside the head and reminds you there’s no way to sidestep aging. Now 44, the blurry eye monster has called my name. Today I picked up my first pair of glasses. I just recently had my...
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