FishRook
When I was growing up, I was always breaking or bending up my glasses. I played about every sport that was around, and also spent time running through the woods like an infantryman, and about half of my school photos look like I had just been hit in the face with a basketball.
Once, while fishing at Lake Waco on a hot summer afternoon, I decided to cool off by taking a swim, and as I dropped over the edge of the boat into the water, my glasses got swept off my face by the splash. I could see them wobbling downward through the water, and began grabbing at them, thrashing around wildly like I was having some kind of conniption. Luckily I was able to kick them up and into my hand before they sunk to the bottom.
Once I got back on board, I came up with an idea to avoid that happening again, and so I broke off a couple of chunks from a styrofoam cooler lid and ran the earpieces of the glasses frame through them, allowing them to…
