I think I need to get my eyes checked. Then again, my eyes may be fine-I've been known to be a bit clumsy all my life. But the fact remains that three times in the past year I've taken some real nasty spills tripping on cracks in the sidewalk or missing curbs.
The first happened at lunchtime in the company of my financial advisor. He brought me a new life insurance policy to sign so that my kids will be sure to say they love me when I die.