16 April 2018

Eagle Eyes

I was 16.
My barber had a cork bulletin board 10 feet from the chair. On that board he allowed customers to post 3X5 cards with stuff they wanted to sell, rent, whatever.
While he cut my hair I would read the contents of those cards to him.
He couldn't believe it.
So I had him stand against that wall with a newspaper and I read the articles to him... from 10 feet.
I literally had the eyes of an eagle.

I fought against using them, but "trombone player arms" finally took over when I was about 50 and I was forced to get reading glasses.
As you've read here, I succumbed and got hearing aids a couple months ago.

This getting old is crap.
What's the alternative?

Bartender... one more... over here please.