My father and I went to a restaurant. He said, "Peter, what's wrong?" I said, "I can't read the menu, the print is so small." He said, "Do you want to borrow my reading glasses?" I said, "You think your funny now? You are really enjoying this." Br. Jerry, my confrere, gave me a haircut last week. I am sitting in front of this giant mirror while Jerry is taking my hair in his comb and pulling it up.
