What is it about sunglasses and where they go? You reach for them one day and they have vanished. Oh the pain, the sorrow, the loss. It seems completely unfair.

I lost my sunglasses on Sunday, August 5th. Perhaps it was in the American Apparel store on Flatbush Avenue in Park Slope, where I remember taking them off to try on a tank top.

Then I was in an Eastern Car Service car but I called the dispatcher and he asked the driver. No go. I called American Apparel, too, but no-one found the. I even went over there and searched.

Those Coach frames belonged to my mother. I seem to remember that she found them in cab. Maybe those frames were destined for travel. Whoever found mine notice that they are a nearsighted person’s prescription. Nonetheless, new lenses can be arranged.

My sunglasses have embarked on a new life, a new set of eyes, a new nose to rest on. If you find them do let me know.