It started with my brother-in-law, Don.
Don's been an ENT in Tampa for 32 years.
He married my wife's sister Carol in 1989.
We see them every other Christmas.
He's the kind of brother-in-law who gives you a hard time about your golf swing and doesn't talk about work unless you push him.
Pat had been on the phone with Carol one Sunday in February.
They talk every week. She mentioned, kind of in passing, that I was driving her up the wall with the TV volume and the tinnitus complaints and the fact that I refused to even consider hearing aids.
Carol must have said something to Don, because two days later, on a Tuesday at 11:47 PM, my phone rang.
It was Don. He doesn't call me. Ever. I picked up thinking somebody had died.
"Frank," he said. "Carol told me about your hearing. What are you taking for it?"
I told him I'd been on a Centrum for 15 years.
He laughed. The kind of laugh that isn't really a laugh.
"Hang up," he said. "Get a pen and a piece of paper. I'm calling you back in five minutes."
When he called back, he spent 47 minutes on the phone with me. I sat at the kitchen table with a yellow legal pad and a leaky Bic, and I wrote down everything he said.
He told me about a fluid in the inner ear called endolymph.
He told me about a mineral that floats in that fluid and acts like a shock absorber for the cells that vibrate when sound comes in.
He told me what 34 years of stamping presses had done to my levels of that mineral.
He told me about a form of magnesium most pharmacies don't even stock. He told me what to look for on a back label and what to walk away from.
He told me the research had been quietly making the rounds in ENT conferences for a couple of years.
He said his department head at Tampa General had been pushing it. He said the literature was coming out of Stanford and a few other ear-research labs around the country, but it hadn't made it into general practice yet because audiologists don't get trained on supplements, and most ENTs are too busy.
Then he said this. I wrote it down word for word.
"Frank, I can't legally tell you to buy a supplement.
But if you were my brother by blood, I'd tell you to read about magnesium bisglycinate and the inner ear tonight. Before you go to bed.
You've already lost what you've lost. The question is what happens to what's left."
For the first time in 20 years, somebody was making sense of what had happened to me on that factory floor in Lordstown.
I didn't sleep that night, and I didn't care.