I waved to Fanchesco on my way in, and old italy acknowledged the youth of asia with a nod and the ever so slight bending of the back. A desperate run to the optometrist, and a three second eye inspection yielded a suspiciously nonchalent diagnosis. Either he's good, or he's really bad. I don't know which. Antihistamines, he said. The pharmacy wasn't open. Blinked and winked through the next hour at the acoustic analysis lab sheet.......