What Bert and Ernie Taught Me About the Letter L and Love
“I’m sorry, I don’t know the bus schedules,” I say. The man gives me a perplexed look, shakes his head, and walks away.
“He didn’t ask you about the buses!” my daughter says. “He wanted to know which way is Bloomfield.
Why didn’t you just say,
I didn’t hear you?
How come you keep
on faking it?”
An audiologist first diagnosed my mild, high-frequency loss shortly after I turned six. I got my first hearing aid at 12, and then for the next several decades tried not to notice while my hearing slowly slid down the audiologist’s . . . .