It's about time for me to get a new pair of glasses (I will NOT wear contact lenses. I've always been afraid that contact lenses would roll back in my head). So I thought I'd write about something, in the case of a typewriter mechanic, of a blessing (of sorts): Nearsightedness. Yes, even my own mother called me "Mister Magoo," after a cartoon character who was hopelessly nearsighted himself, and who got into some pretty weird situations because of it. I know how that man saw the world. But there's one thing about nearsightedness no one says anything about: You can see the minutest detail of just about anything. I can practically read a book as it rests on my nose, that's how bad my eyes are. I have to have fairly strong glasses to see well enough to drive. Anyway, I can see well enough to identify tiny numbers, and even different adjustments made in most any typewriter. I can almost poke my head inside and look around--especially with a little light. I do need light more now than I used to, though, but that's my middle age showing. I know it must be total living H*** for a farsighted individual whose line of work involves fixing on small things.