And the good doctor said,

“The reason your night vision has deteriorated recently is because you have developed cataracts.”

Tell me it isn’t so, I said to myself. I’m just a kid. Well, most of the time I act like a kid at least. At the ripe old age of XXX my body has sent a signal—slow down, take care, be cool.

Okay, I will. But in the mean time I must contemplate having my real human lens removed and plastic implanted into my body. “How long do these lens last?” I asked the doctor. “Oh, forever. I’ve never seen one wear out.” I then wondered just how long he had been looking.

This was at the doctor’s office last June at Preston and Northwest Highway in Dallas. I got to drive home to Fort Worth in rush hour traffic with dilated eyes. Was great fun.

So two months later it’s time to go under the knife. On Monday I went in for a final office call and sat around the rest of the afternoon in a reflective mood pondering the act of growing older—not getting old, just growing older. I read the supplied literature pertaining to the procedure which of course had the disclaimer at the bottom—may cause total blindness or death. Woopi.

Nothing to it. Just do what they tell you and all will be swell in the by and by.

Really!