The prevailing message is, “Forty-five years old now? Arms too short to read the newspaper? Ha, ha, well we’ve all seen better days. Time for you to own a stylish pair of reading glasses.” It’s a familiar tune for all of us supposedly over the hill. Even if our vision has been acute all our life, every one of us is supposed to end up blinkered by magnifying lenses while we pursue one of our favorite pastimes, reading. The opthalmological textbook says, “By the age of 65, 100% of all people will need reading glasses.” Not me, by glory.