So as it turns out I didn't chip a tooth at all. As I have recently learned, the salivary gland under the tongue emits a saliva that is extremely calcium rich. Since your bottom teeth just sorta stew in spit down there they tend to get a calcium rich coating that is white like a tooth. Given that I had never been to a dentist in my 37 years, that build up was a bit thick. I had actually just assumed that it was my tooth back there but what I chipped off was the coating over the tooth. It was white and bone hard so I feel like I wasn't too crazy for the confusion. The dentist took a look and said all I needed was a good cleaning behind the bottom front teeth and I was good to go. Sigh of relief there.
My sister put up pictures from when we went out to Virginia. They all make me want to go out there again right away. As I grow older I have stronger longings to move
back to the forest of my birth. Its changed so much there since I was a kid. Well, some things change, other things don't. The only thing that keeps me from taking the notion seriously is the mind set of the small country towns. Everyone is still in every one else's business. They all still believe in a god and practice some sort of religion. Racism not only still exists but is right out in the open at times. And finally, there seems to be a prevalent fear of computers and technology. All the same, its a beautiful place to be and I miss my Dad and sister Crystal. He is not in great health but my sister looks after him and makes sure he has what he needs. She is the saint of my family.
My sister put up pictures from when we went out to Virginia. They all make me want to go out there again right away. As I grow older I have stronger longings to move
back to the forest of my birth. Its changed so much there since I was a kid. Well, some things change, other things don't. The only thing that keeps me from taking the notion seriously is the mind set of the small country towns. Everyone is still in every one else's business. They all still believe in a god and practice some sort of religion. Racism not only still exists but is right out in the open at times. And finally, there seems to be a prevalent fear of computers and technology. All the same, its a beautiful place to be and I miss my Dad and sister Crystal. He is not in great health but my sister looks after him and makes sure he has what he needs. She is the saint of my family.
I wish I could get my dad to come out here for a visit. He won't climb onto an airplane though. I have offered to buy a ticket and escort him but he said he wasn't getting on a plane. I would have to knock him out like in the old TV show, The A-Team, where they had to knock out Mr.T every time they flew somewhere. I am not sure how I would handle my mom and dad in the same room anyway. I have no real memories of them ever being together so seeing my mom and dad in the same room would really freak me out a little. I bet it would sure be good for them though. They were together for 17 years or so before I was born so I am sure they could rattle off stories about "old times" for days. I think they would really like that. Shame it is so unlikely.
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I can understand that nostalgic longing - I still feel quite a pull towards northern Utah. I really have a passion for the Wasatch Front, for the trees, for the canyons. But I could never really live there again - I've changed too much, and besides, I hate snow.
You know I've told Dad I'd drive him out there, maybe we'll get there one of these days... sure do miss you guys!!!
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