Good morning, all! DR Ron Pulliam, I hope you will be feeling perky in no time today. My first dental memories are of the drunken Dr Leggett my mother's family used, and he terrified of dientists for the remainder of my life. It's been over 20 years since I had dental insurance, thanks to the cheap shits who owned the Drama Book Shop, and my pathetic teeth have been at the mercy of NYU dental students ever since. I like the clinic, but after you've found a dentist you lke, they graduate and the next ambitious student has other plans for making his career on your dental problems. The last one terrified me so I haven't been back in several years, but it's time. If nothing else, all this angst has made me a confirmed supporter of government supported health and dental insurance.
Today, I have luncheon plans with Bruce Pomahac and a matinee of TAKE ME ALONG at the Irish Rep. After that, back here to continue on the Duke Ellington scores.
TOD: 9/11 without a doubt; I was in London, so the disaster was horrifying for several reasons:
1. I didn't know if any of my friends could be in danger and a friend of DR Ginny and mine from my hometown worked in one of the buildings in the Trade Center complex
2. I was completely powerless to do anything in the way of volunteering or anything else
3. I didn't know how this would affect my getting back to the USA or if I'd get back safely