It’s been too rainy for golf so I only found one ball when we cut across the course today .
The Little Theater Café was SRO last night for the 45 Release Party. Rick McRea from Watkins & the Rapiers sat in on trombone and Jack Schaefer, who plays on the 45 was there with his bass clarinet so with Peggi’s soprano sax we had a three horns last night. And Dr. Fred Marshall sat in on piano so it was a Margaret Explosion big band without charts. We headed into some unchartered waters.
I totally spaced out my dentist appointment this morning and was sitting out on our porch in my pjs when they called to see where I was. I ran into my mom when I finally got there. She was having the same work done as I was. I remember my mom taking us all (six kids because my youngest sister wasn’t born yet) at the same time to our old dentist on the sixth floor of the Medical Arts Building downtown. This guy smoked cigarettes in the office, talked baseball non stop and didn’t use Novocain. He’d say’ “Hang on tight.” I made plans with my mom to hook up for dinner. My dad ordered a fried baloney sandwich with onions. I haven’t had one of those in years.
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