The Why of Glasses I missed my glasses. Folly to mourn healing of the cranium, the return of equilibrium in the timing of an eye’s focus, no more headaches.  No need. But I missed them over and over, magic blue glasses. Instant focus not of the eyes but of the mind. Perched on my head top announcing my greatest strength and weakness: you read too much. Sexy glasses for looking through and under and over. Sat-on, slept-in, dropped, re-bent, lost and found. Scholar’s badge alon

Profanity for Children I refrained from swearing near my young children, not precisely for their sakes, but as much in love for the darling Lutheran couple next door who, already weighed by sorrow for our unsavedness would be further dismayed to hear the Lord’s name taken in vain. Perhaps, too, it wasn’t really my genius, lacking early conviction. We sea kayakers are perhaps the less salty dogs. Later, I did offer the kids three-score Elizabethan epithets for the self-indulge