Johnny Nash + Bob Dylan at the Eye Doctor’s

not to put too fine a point

I got my new contacts today– with a sharp new prescription, and I had that experience I remember from long ago when I first got glasses (fifth grade) and then acquired stronger ones in subsequent years: you walk outside and can see individual leaves on the trees. Everything is in sharp focus!

This was a new eye doctor, who, as it happens, has a somewhat unusual last name. During my exam, I asked him if he was related to a CSU student I had by that name, and, indeed, he is a cousin removed a degree or two. I’d surmise the doctor is in his sixties.

I was a little surprised to hear that my young student (I’ll call her C.) was already married. “Ask my wife out at the desk,” said the doctor. “She’ll know all the details.” Even though the girl is actually the doctor’s blood relative, the wife will know the details. Typical.

Out at the counter, I asked the doctor’s wife about C. She shook her head and said sadly, “So young to already be married. Only 22!”

“That’s a little young,” I answered.

“Yes,” she said. “We all begged them to wait. We said, ‘Why not just live together for awhile?’ But you know kids. They wouldn’t listen.”

So funny. Both my mother and mother-in-law are spinning in their graves that the older generation would offer such sinful advice.

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