Cataract Surgery -- A Piece of Cake!

I love to drive. On the day I first got my license I drove to Memphis to hunt out Elvis and Sun Records. Since that time I have driven (and enjoyed immensely) just about every ground vehicle known to Man, from tanks to semis, motorcycles, sports cars, ATVs and everything in between.
I have always considered myself a competent, if not excellent driver, but I knew I was mortal, and that the consummate skill I had developed would erode with advancing age. I prepared myself for that day, determined not to become one of a growing phalanx of old drivers whose flagging road aptitude endangered themselves and others.


It started to happen around age 60. I thought that was young, but the symptoms were undeniable; night blindness, inability to read signs, everything on the road just a hair or two out of focus. I went through a period of self-denial, but a few really dangerous near-accidents sent me to the ophthalmologist.


The bad news -- a severe case of cataracts.


The good news -- CORRECTIBLE!!


I won't bore you with the miraculous details; just click on this article's headline for those. Suffice it to say, I'm now 20-20, three days away from a trip to South Carolina, and the Northeast Corridor State Police couldn't be happier!