Six and two-thirds years ago I submitted to some plastic surgery in the magical city of Prague. It was basically about removing my neck wattle and fixing that sagging look that had developed around my eyes, which made me look a little too much like Chris Walken after a bad night. It wasn't like having heart surgery, but it wasn't like having a tooth out either. I called what I had done a "touch-up". I still call it that. My initial interest was about eliminating the neck wattle, but then a Los Angeles plastic surgeon said, "As long as you're having work done, I would do something about yo...

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