I JUST GOT prescription sunglasses. It's a beautiful thing, not squinting while walking the dogs in a normally blinding glare from the snow.
I used to think people who wore sunglasses inside were weird, or Rick Ocasek. Now I think they are either light-sensitive or lazy, like me. I'm not taking them off when I walk into the store or the bank, even if I look like a dork.
When you get older, you tend not to care about silly things like how you look, or if people think you are a weirdo because they can't see your eyes. So what if I can't see inside with my sunglasses? I'm cool. I'm hip. I'm blind and will likely walk into a wall and break my nice new sunglasses.
I like my sunglasses. The sun is out in Quincy after a long winter. You can hear the snow thawing. This afternoon when it hits the corner of Fifth and Maine, I'm going to go sit in the sun with my nice new sunglasses, drink coffee and close my eyes.
And I won't have to squint when I open them.
By the way, Corey Hart is awesome.
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