Gradually going blind has its advantages. You get to go to Lenscrafters, pick out new glasses and change your image. Maybe you'll even see it in the mirror.
I've never minded wearing glasses. A visit to the optometrist has always been an opportunity for painless plastic or wire rim surgery. Look at that rack of glasses, and all those choices of looking like John Lennon, Elvis Costello, a Blues Brother or a professor in a department of something postmodern.
Sadly, Lenscrafters has more in the way of accountant rimless and absolutely nothing in Mickey Rourke tinted.
So there I was last week, trying on dark, clear and reading glasses, imagining my new ominous, responsible and scholarly selves, and what do I see? A guy who qualifies for the AARP discount and just got back from the dermatologist. Underneath the new specs were specks where potential growths had just been removed. They dramatically spelled out, in scab cursive, my wife's previous warning: "Just get age-appropriate glasses."
I'll bet nobody ever said that to Mickey Rourke. Damn you, unfair vanity.
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wait, your *wife* told you to get age-appropriate glasses? She's a fine one to talk... as I recall, her specs are pretty funky!
Anita, I just didn't want to see him in Oakleys. He ended up with some pretty cool frames.
(I am NEVER letting you see my reading glasses; talk about funky.)
Next time, head for Rims & Goggles in the Strawberry shopping center in Mill Valley - they have all kinds of eye-popping styles. In fact, it's hard to find age-appropriate glasses there unless you are 22 and swinging.
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