It was late afternoon in The Aragon, a well-established pub on Byres Road in the West End of Glasgow. While there were at least a half-dozen television screens in sight, all eyes were focused on a single wall-mounted screen at the end of the small, low-ceiling room. At first glance, the TV images seemed fuzzy, out of focus. I immediately thought this explained why each of the bar’s patrons seemed to be peering at the blurry images so intently. Then I wondered whether each had one too many pints of Scottish-brewed Tennent in an attempt to keep the 5000 year old brewery business alive and well in this land of brogue and kilts. But more careful observation disclosed what was really occurring. They were all attentively watching a game the modern version of which originated, circa 12th century, in Scotland: golf. And they were doing so through three-dimensional glasses.
Donning a pair of the black-rimmed glasses I was astonished at what I was able to observe. There truly was another dimension that simply could not be seen without the glasses. It seemed so simple, and yet it changed the whole picture, making it dynamic and more alive. It was as dramatic as the 1927 transition must have been from silent movies with subtitled narrative to the "talkies".
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