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watching the sparks fly

I spent about five hours in the dentist’s chair yesterday. For most of the morning he worked to replace a few old fillings and added two new ones. It’s the strangest observation to be lying there while a drill is inside your mouth. The smell took me back to my childhood and going to Dr. Spaulding, a dentist on the south side of Peoria. Only Dr. Spaulding didn’t have a television with headphones like Dr. Salazar did.