About age 41, I noticed that the quality of print in newspapers and phone books had diminished significantly. The ink they were using seemed of a poorer quality, because the print had begun to blur. The type was much smaller than it previously had been. Prior to complaining to our local publisher, my wife prevailed upon me to consult a nearby ophthalmologist. Following my exam, the man gave me a prescription for bifocals. I asked, "Why do I need bifocals?" and he simply replied with a smile, "It's time." "It's time" for bifocals when I was only in my early forties! Why, I had just aged out of Clearasil. To be sure, age is relative. To my children I am old. To my father I am just a boy. When I look in the mirror, I just see a member of the George Foreman generation. We're not getting older;…