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Bob I cannot say it with any more eloquence than to say, “I like to bite”. In all of the years that I have been around I have run the gamut of dental work. First as a young man, with little resources and even less money, I received economical dental work with one positive note, I was relieved of my pain but I was able to tune in a local radio station every time I put a fork in my mouth. Although not painful I found it very discomforting. Subsequently, when I was later able to afford better dentistry I was given a nice smile and no local tuning of radio stations along with the tinny taste in my mouth but I was always hesitant to bite down hard on anything. So I adjusted my palate to enjoy softer foods and thought myself the wiser for it. Then after a long arduous process of having you repair my mouth I found myself excited to finally have a good set of choppers. What happen next never occurred to me to be a result of your handiwork. I found myself craving crusty bread and the corners of pizza, the likes of which I always retired to the garbage receptacle in the past. Now I was reserving the crust for the very last bite when my belly was satisfied but my palate wasn’t. I remember my mother teaching me to chew each bite ten times, but I now chewed and chewed until I had obliterated every bit of that bite. Oh the joy of gnawing on something just for the sheer pleasure of it had eluded me for way too long. My teeth thank you, I thank you, it was well worth the hours of staring up at your face. |