{"id":26492,"date":"2020-05-30T11:31:19","date_gmt":"2020-05-30T18:31:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/pwoodford.net\/blog\/?p=26492"},"modified":"2020-05-30T17:38:12","modified_gmt":"2020-05-31T00:38:12","slug":"spectacles-testicles-watch-wallet","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/pwoodford.net\/blog\/?p=26492","title":{"rendered":"Spectacles, Testicles, Watch &#038; Wallet"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a title=\"D2C90D9C-FC4D-41F5-BD1A-A6CEDF7A024E\" href=\"https:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/halfmind\/49951481978\/in\/dateposted-public\/\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft\" src=\"https:\/\/live.staticflickr.com\/65535\/49951481978_2662e1d32c_m.jpg\" alt=\"D2C90D9C-FC4D-41F5-BD1A-A6CEDF7A024E\" width=\"240\" height=\"180\" \/><\/a>An eye exam&#8217;s been on my calendar for a year. I kind of expected someone to call and postpone it, like the dentist did with last month&#8217;s cleaning appointment, but no call came and I went in yesterday as scheduled. They were waiting for me.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;d been thinking I needed new glasses. Nothing gross, just some difficulty focusing while reading or working on the computer, particularly with my right eye. Sure enough, my astigmatism has gotten worse, and I now have a new prescription. Don&#8217;t know if the optical department at Costco has reopened or if I&#8217;ll have to order glasses on line, but I&#8217;m looking forward to seeing sharp letters again.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve known about the astigmatism since my early 20s, when I joined the Air Force. We were living in Montana when I decided to sign up. The recruiter gave me a Greyhound bus ticket to Malmstrom AFB in Great Falls, where I took and passed the pilot aptitude test and a flight physical. Shortly afterward I took the oath and got orders to report to Officer Candidate School at Lackland AFB in Texas. The orders identified me as a &#8220;pilot candidate,&#8221; which is what the recruiter had promised. Later, when I got to Lackland, they sent me and the other pilot candidates in my class to Randolph AFB for another flight physical. This was the official one. And I didn&#8217;t pass.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;d just finished the eye and vision part of the exam when the enlisted medical tech who administered it said &#8220;You&#8217;re 20\/20 but the astigmatism is disqualifying for flight school &#8230; don&#8217;t worry, though, you can still be a nav. Next!&#8221; He said it in such a casual and practiced way it was clear he delivered the same bad news to other young men on a regular basis. I don&#8217;t know how the others reacted, but for me the ground might as well have opened up beneath my feet. I was in free fall.<\/p>\n<p>From the time I first talked to the recruiter in Montana to that exact instant in Texas, as I watched the med tech reach for the red REJECTED stamp on his desk, I&#8217;d only pictured myself becoming an Air Force pilot. No other possibility had ever occurred to me. What, not be a pilot? I begged the tech to let me take the eye test again. I don&#8217;t know why, but he played along and I&#8217;m forever grateful. I got back in line for the eye exam, squinted hard during the astigmatism test, passed, and was back in the pilot training pipeline.<\/p>\n<p>In addition to this, my personal blog, I have a <strong><a href=\"https:\/\/www.dailykos.com\/blog\/pwoodford\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">diary page at Daily Kos<\/a><\/strong>, where I cross-post most of my aviation stories. Inevitably, I&#8217;ll get comments from DKos readers who wanted to be military pilots but didn&#8217;t have the eyes for it. It&#8217;s true: you have to have perfect vision to get in. Thanks to that med tech at Randolph, the Air Force didn&#8217;t learn about my astigmatism and I got into flight school.<\/p>\n<p>The military of course knows that pilots&#8217; vision deteriorates with age and makes allowances. Once you&#8217;re in, you can wear corrective lenses so long as they get you back to 20\/20 and correct mild astigmatism. I flew without glasses the first 15 years. Once I started wearing them I kicked myself for not getting with the program sooner. I could see better than ever. Glasses gave me an edge in air-to-air, where the enemy is a tiny speck in an ocean of sky and you have to not only be able to see the speck but instantly determine whether it&#8217;s turning into you or away, and if there are other tiny specks nearby, enemy wingmen hoping to get in on you unobserved.<\/p>\n<p>Distance vision isn&#8217;t the most important thing to me today. I no longer gamble, sin, and drink; these days I ramble, sit, and think.* I get the bifocals they prescribe and keep a pair in the car for driving, but always have a second pair made with just the close-in part of the prescription; those are my readers and I couldn&#8217;t do without them. This time I asked for a third prescription, for reading words and numbers on a computer monitor 36 inches away. Cheap drugstore magnifying glasses, fine for computer work five years ago, no longer hack it and I&#8217;m tired of blogging in a blur. This time around it&#8217;ll be new bifocals in the car, new readers on the table by the recliner, new computer glasses on the desk.<\/p>\n<p>I just remembered another moment from that flight physical in Texas. If you passed everything else, there was one last hurdle: an interview with an actual flight surgeon who&#8217;d ask you personal questions designed to to weed out candidates who were likely to wash out for other than physical reasons (of course I figured that out later &#8230; I didn&#8217;t know it then).<\/p>\n<p>The flight doc was still interviewing the guy ahead of me when I got there, so I sat down on a couch to wait my turn. This was in late 1973. The X-rated movie Deep Throat had come out the year before, and there on the coffee table in front of the couch, peeking out from under a six-month-old copy of Time Magazine, was a photo book titled &#8220;The Making of Deep Throat,&#8221; filled with black &amp; white stills from the movie. I&#8217;d never seen Deep Throat, or any porno movie for that matter. As you can imagine, I was elbow-deep in the book when the flight doc opened his door to call me in. &#8220;Hey,&#8221; he said, &#8220;that&#8217;s private.&#8221; &#8220;I&#8217;m sorry,&#8221; I said, standing up slightly bent over to hide a most-inconvenient erection. I&#8217;m sure he was laughing inside, but he kept a straight face, asked me the requisite questions, and gave me the final stamp of approval.<\/p>\n<p>To this day I love it when people ask if I ever saw Deep Throat, and I get to say &#8220;No, but I read the book!&#8221;<\/p>\n<h6>*An old Air Force toast:<\/h6>\n<h6>Here&#8217;s to me in my sober mood,<br \/>\nWhen I ramble, sit, and think.<br \/>\nHere&#8217;s to me in my drunken mood,<br \/>\nWhen I gamble, sin, and drink.<br \/>\nAnd when my flying days are over,<br \/>\nAnd from this world I pass,<br \/>\nI hope they bury me upside down,<br \/>\nSo the world can kiss my ass!<\/h6>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>To this day I love it when people ask if I ever saw Deep Throat, and I get to say &#8220;No, but I read the book!&#8221;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1960,3,64,14,2],"tags":[3161,3163,3160,3162],"class_list":["post-26492","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-air-minded","category-flying","category-history","category-military","category-personal","tag-astigmatism","tag-deepthroat","tag-eyeglasses","tag-flighttraining"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/pwoodford.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/26492","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/pwoodford.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/pwoodford.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pwoodford.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pwoodford.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=26492"}],"version-history":[{"count":21,"href":"https:\/\/pwoodford.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/26492\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":26513,"href":"https:\/\/pwoodford.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/26492\/revisions\/26513"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/pwoodford.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=26492"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pwoodford.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=26492"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pwoodford.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=26492"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}