Well, I guess it had to happen sooner or later, my aunt Clara’s vision is starting to go. I noticed it was harder for her to read, especially when she would be over at my nieces’ house reading them bedtime stories. Which is especially too bad, because she has a beautiful reading voice. But Aunt Clara’s lived with us for six years since Uncle Herb died and my folks have been essentially taking care of her. So they brought her to their eye doctor and he recommended that she get lasik eye surgery. This is something to do with lasers, I’m sure. They have this radioactive machine that probes into your eyes and supposedly gets rid of all the bad stuff making it hard for you to see. I’m sure there’s all these scientific terms for all of that, but I don’t know. I was an English major. Why am I still living with my mother and father? Well, that’s another story, but I’m engaged to be married to an English literature professor at DePaul—enough said. I’m going to be driving Aunt Clara to the surgery and my dad will be picking her up, which is only fair since she’s from HIS side of the family. My sister’s kids wanted to come and see her, but Linda explained to them that Auntie Clara’s only going to be there for one morning and then she’ll be coming right back home. The younger girl said, “Oh, then she isn’t sick!” My nieces are so cute.