For years my students have given me a bad time about my reading glasses and not without reason. I have a pair that I found on the bus. The perfect strength! Really nice ground lenses! I was thrilled when they showed up. But there’s a downside. They are old. Not old enough to be vintage or hipster or retro. No, just old and big and, well, to be frank, perhaps not that flattering. I have suffered through their gentle remarks for years. But today I am relieved of the burden of my insistence: today I happened upon a wonderful picture of Jane Jacobs. A fabulous picture. A brilliant woman. And something I had never noticed before. My exact bus glasses. I knew I liked her.