A Salute to Benjamin Franklin, the Original Tiny Glasses-Wearer
For the past two years, I have felt the walls encroaching in on me. It’s been a slow, almost imperceptible creep, from a time one year ago when I thought, “Tiny glasses? I’ll pass,” to my current, inexplicable need to have one-to-three pairs for the summer. It is as Hazel Cills has soothsayed (soothsaid?): one day we…