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Monday, 01 April 2013

I Lost My Glasses

By Chuck Nyren of Advertising to Baby Boomers

There is cosmic permission, for I’m 62. No worry about Alzheimer's, only my driving.

I stopped by the optometrist's office that same day.

While cheaper than a Google Car, I wasn’t happy with the bill. Of course, my prescription had expired, so an eye exam. New glasses were almost $350. On autopilot (perhaps because I couldn’t see very well), I simply did the routine.

NyrenGlasses1Two-and-a-half years ago when last there, my more-significant-than-I-am other insisted on accompanying me. I would pick out goofy-looking big plastic frames, she would make sure I got new, groovy ones: small, thin, rectangular, metal. I checked around, checked the stars on all the TV shows, and had to admit that the grooviest of the groovy were wearing those.

NyrenGlasses2This time I grabbed a similar frame, a bit bigger and slightly rounded so I would get in trouble but not too much trouble.

NyrenGlasses3A few days later, just out of curiosity, I searched the web for a very hip eyewear outfit I’d heard about: Warby Parker. It was quite a shock. Now my favorite kind of glasses, goofy-looking big plastic ones, are the grooviest of the groovies. I was groovy before they were, but wasn’t allowed to be.

With my new thin, metal, slightly rounded glasses, I’m hopelessly old-fashioned.

Until I lose them, which might be soon for I have cosmic permission: I’m 62.


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Comments

These days routine eye exams are no longer routine. My last exam for a new Rx resulted in the need for a laser eye procedure to help the flow of fluids in the eye. One eye done, one more to go.

As a man I have the same problem as you: my significant other assisting with style help.

Now that I too am 62 I decided I can do or buy whatever I want. Call me eccentric or starting to lose whatever marbles I have, it is time to go for it!

Funny, funny story.When my middle child, now 54, was 14 (rebellion personified)she announced "Mom, if you'd get rid of those cat-eye glasses, I wouldn't be ashamed to walk down the street with you!" Guess what became the grooviest of groovy at some later point in time?

Reminds me of when my daughter asked me to get rid of my "Linda Ellerbee glasses".

Thanks for the comments! Ronni was kind enough to offer me a slot for this one.

And what an honor to make a contribution to the Bennett Media empire. Rupert, beware.

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