That's Life

Updated 12:00 a.m., Sun July 20, 2014

Big mouth costs more than money

My mouth has cost me a lot in the past 50 years. In my baby book, my mother wrote about my first trip to the dentist. In her neat, perfect handwriting, she put: “He couldn’t get her to stop talking!” I was 3, and so it began. At a church camp in fifth grade, I got a front tooth almost knocked out by a boy who dove off someone else’s shoulders. His head went right into my mouth. My parents came to get me and drove like crazy to get me to the dentist, where I got a root canal and Demerol. Because I inherited my Uncle Thom’s gap between my front teeth (yes, I see you glancing ... READ MORE

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