I went to the eye doctor yesterday for a regular check-up (I’ve worn glasses since 7th grade; the first day I wore them to school, I remember my teacher’s looking right at me sitting there in my assigned seat and saying, “Where’s Frank Bell?”). In the course of the visit, I learned that my ophthalmologist is rather–er–peeved about folks who refuse wear masks in public.
I warned him not to get me started . . . .