Tuesday, October 29, 2002
Dear Diary:

I used to get major value for my dental dollars but as of today those glory days are done.

When I turned up for today's appointment to my horror I learned that my dentist, who I always fondly thought of as Dr. Karaoke, has retired and been replaced by a Young Whippersnapper With Gelled Hair.

Even worse, he is a young whippersnapper with gelled hair who is all business And Does Not Give Impromptu Karaoke Performances!

It's setbacks such as this that just sap my will to live.

Dr. Karaoke and I go back to when I first moved here over 25 years ago. He was an excellent dentist with a very gentle touch and lots of patience.

Even better, he was a man who loved to sing along with the background music running in his clinic. I suspect he had tapes, because I heard A LOT of Glen Campbell and Phil Collins over the years.

And people, when I say sing along, I'm not talking about humming or softly murmuring under his breath. No, I'm talking "singing in the shower" volume and enthusiasm. There's something quite wonderful about lying back in the dental chair while your dentist performs a goodly hunk of Wichita Lineman for you

Yes, I need a small vacation
But it don't look like rain
And if it snows that stretch down south
Will never stand the strain
And I need you more than want you
And I want you for all time ...

And now ... now those days are done.

No, I'm NOT weeping.

I ... I just have something in my eye.

That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.

--Marn

P.S.--The International Cavorting Day Hall of Fame is open. You, too, could be part of an institution that's just like the Rock 'n' Roll Hall of Fame except that it doesn't involve music, Ohio, talent or an actual building.

Otherwise, they are remarkably alike.

Celebrate the notion that we should all have one day in our lives when we are free to celebrate a jolt of spontaneous happiness.

Post a button or post a link to the cavorting site and become enshrined! See yourself right up there on the screen!

Make a rubbing of your name!

Oh. Wait. Maybe that last bit wouldn't work. Nevermind that part, 'kay?

Today's inductee into the Hall o' Fame, Potential Winner of The Semi-Sacred Cavorting Prize Fundraising Chocolate Bar Which Has Lived In the Vegetable Keeper Of My Refrigerator For At Least Two Weeks are:

111. A Life So Ordinary.

110. The Benefits of Living Passionately.

Against all odds, the Semi-Sacred Cavorting Price Fundraising Chocolate Bar Which Has Lived In The Vegetable Keeper For At Least Two Weeks made it through yet another night. Today it is pictured with The Regina Leader-Post.

And they said I could not resist the bar.

Old Drivel - New Drivel


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