He noticed that things were
not as clear as they used to
be. He closed his left eye and
all was well. He closed his
right eye and things were
dimmer like dusk descending.
His ophthalmologist compli-
mented him on his good eye-
sight and then he told the
physician that his mother
had glaucoma. “Oh, we had
better check that.” Bingo.
Genetic inheritance. “Thanks,
mom, for this and several
other things, which I won’t
even go into.” And this just
when he was beginning to see
the light, but in the dimming
dusk hopefully there, still,
will be a ray or two of insight
slipping through.