Tuesday, May 08, 2007


My dentist, Dr. W, is nice (as is the assistant D) - my tooth is fixed and I'm home an hour after I left the house (off again after taking out the garbage and posting). Turns out my childhood dentist is pitching softball games. He's only 60! Which means he was not old when I saw him when I was 7. 30 years ago, the guy was only 30 - I thought he was old then.


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