A beautiful day in Central Park on Sunday. I was hanging with Carol and Giffs, Richard and Becker, and I brought Parker. A cute little Frenchie named Nyla stopped by Dean and Wallys Bench. Dean was a friend of mine who died five years ago, and his girlfriend Karen bought him a plaque on a bench near the lawn bowling field. During The Nastiness as I call this pandemic, I’ve been taking Parker and Eddie to the bench every day of the week around one in the afternoon. Very relaxing just hanging there.

So, to the dentist. He’s actually an oral surgeon. I had a tooth pulled on Thursday. Fun stuff. So, on Wednesday, I noticed my dentist had not sent my ex-rays to the oral surgeon. I called to make sure they did, and checked the office, and the woman said they had received them. I’m nervous the whole night before, and day of, and I get to the place, fill out the damn twenty minute application, stare at the aquarium for ten minutes, and finally get the call in. The guy tells me we are going to take ex-rays first. WTF!! I went through all that so I wouldn’t have to pay twice for the same ex-ray. Now as I’m in the chair, I’m waiting forever, and texting old grade school friends in Chicago. I’m telling them this must be a dentist conspiracy with the old ex-ray hide them trick. The doc shows, and do we start going? No. He spends twenty minutes talking about the Yankees. Ok. I wound up loving this guy, but I can talk baseball anytime. Take the damn tooth out. Actually, it was fine. I was blabbing on as much as he was. Great guy. And the estimate? When are you happy with the final cost, versus the estimate? Like, never. Estimate was $2800-$3300. Final cost was $2845.00. I’ll take that in a New York minute. That never happens. Maybe I’ll go back next week, and get another taken out. There was a blonde that was kind of cute. Even behind the mask. Until that time Eustis. Until that time.