Once upon a time a little Italian princess and her trusty comrade, the farmer boy from Cheeseland, set off on a quest to find the storied town of Princeton.You see, well they didn't very well, they had not been blessed with perfect vision (though truth be told it was their only defect). With crude hardware they fashioned for themselves what are now known as spectacles. A fashion faux pas to say the least, one they must be saved from. It had been fabled that a nice Jewish boy from Brooklyn set up a magical place in Princeton where he could restore vision with his hands! A veritable OZ! Though it would cost these two friends many an hour and precious farthings to make the arduous journey, they had to see with their own, albeit impaired, eyes if the legend was true. Upon arrival they were greeted most pleasantly by his faithful cohorts. And then they experienced the most momentous event of their lives, they were led in to meet the healer himself. Barry Wasserman, or Barry the Minstrel as dubbed by his minions, is quite a jovial young chap. Like an able alchemist he performed many mysterious tests on the two friends in his chamber of enchantment as he regaled them with quips from his unmatched wit. Were they worthy, would right of passage be granted? What joy -admission was bestowed and they were asked to return in but a fortnight to be liberated of their afflictions. While the procedure was simply medieval, Barry delighted them with melodies while his nimble fingers and crafty contraption invaded their eyes. He kept them calm, entranced. In but a few moments...they were done. Armed with some medicinal potions and distinguished eye gear - they were off. A few opiates and a much needed nap later, the two friends awoke to a whole new world. Was it a fantasy? Could they believe what they could now see? The happy dance ensued - they returned to their homes as free people and would declare to all those suffering sight maladies - there is hope, no there is Barry. From the Bottom of our Hearts, THANK YOU!