The saga of my eyes is the stuff legends are made of. When six years
old I lived in Illmo MO, which eventually merged with Fornfelt and
Ancell to become Scott City. In other words, ill-mo-mo is-no-mo.
One night our town high school was playing a basketball game against
our arch-rivals, the Chaffee Red Devils. This, by the way, was Ruth's
home at the time.
As the game progressed, I kept asking Dad what the score was. He kept
telling me to look at the scoreboard. I told dad I couldn't see it.
That's how Mom and Dad first realized I needed glasses.
Thus began 52 years of strong prescriptions to undo profound
nearsightedness. I had cataract surgery on my right eye Wednesday. I
guess tomorrow will be the first time in over half a century I have
attended church without wearing glasses. Wow.
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