Two Things to Talk about When You’re My Age
- The economy. Somehow every day this is the topic. My Dad was born in 1924. He lived through the Great Depression and was in the Navy for the duration of World War II. Guess what he talked about more and had a more lasting effect on him? The Depression. I’ve become my Dad. Years from now I’ll be telling the grandkids about this.
- Reading glasses. See, I am becoming my Dad. Yesterday, as with every day, I complain that the typeface on our copy is too small. I am loathe to concede that my eyes are failing me at close distances. I bought a pair of reading glasses last year, but this year it’s become more dire. I need reading glasses hanging around my neck on a lanyard. So, when I started talking about not being able to read something, Shelly said, “Hey, you should check out Eyebobs.com.” When you’re my age and need more than one pair of reading glasses, it’s good to have a friend who knows where to get them. Fine print will soon be my friend.
Posted on December 10, 2008
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