ocr: As a kid, people always told me that I had good hand-eye coordi- nation. I caught Mr. Saimo's glass eye almost instinctively as it popped out of its socket. You see, my Uncle Gib (a high school wrestling coach), had greeted him a little too enthusias- tically with a hearty slap on the back. What a day, first going with my dad and favorite uncle to their forbidden lodge meeting and now this. I slipped the eye into my pocket then proceeded to scour the floor with the others. Icouldn't help smiling to myselfas I crawled on all fours looking under the sofa.... Actually, this was all a lie, but it ...
