Remembering Dr. Henry

Seeing the eyeglasses I am wearing in 2013 made me flash back to the glasses I was wearing in 1963. Reflecting on this, my thoughts moved on to my then ophthalmologist, Dr. Henry, who must certainly be long gone by now.

The eyeglass frames aren't all that different, though the price has gone up about a hundred-fold and prescription has become more complicated and expensive. Dr. Henry must have done well, as I recall someone telling my parents way back then that he had an elevator in his house on the South Side of Chicago.

Apparently, my taste in eyeglasses has reverted back to something resembling the only choice I had when was four or five years old, which, of course, I hated back then.

And now, it dawns on my that I have no idea with Henry was his first name or his surname. He operated on my left eye (or was it the right?) in 1964 to correct strabismus -- cross-eyedness.