When I get off the train with other passengers I am always amazed at my ability to recognize one person among so many others on the platform. Now also when my husband comes to pick me up. I can see him from afar in the crowd. Happily delighted, he approaches another woman, also in a dark coat. He is visually impaired. I need to buy a new coat.
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A version of this article also appeared in the newspaper of March 7, 2023