When I tell people that I haven鈥檛 changed much since the eighth grade, they usually laugh. But I鈥檓 not kidding. I still like the same things I did as a prepubescent Midwestern boy鈥攖ennis, Saskatchewan, strawberry-rhubarb pie. When I instinctively crank the radio to 鈥淓lectric Avenue,鈥 I鈥檓 reminded of how little I鈥檝e actually evolved.
This happened the other day, too, when I first glimpsed . Seeing them, I recalled the summer when E.J., an older and infinitely more worldly neighbor of mine, showed up to baseball practice with a pair of the original Frogskins. If there was anything cooler than those translucent frames and gleaming purple-mirrored lenses, it had yet to arrive at the local mall. The new ones, called the Frogskin LX, are even more impressive. The lenses are now polarized, and the handmade acetate frames are sleeker. Otherwise they鈥檙e pretty much the same. I bet E.J. bought a pair, too.
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