It's a goofy thing but I like when goofy things happen.
As luck would have it later in the evening, I was in the reading zone and finished the book, looked up at the TV and lo' and behold there was ol' Glen crooning away. Could've been anyone but had to be Glen.
The book was okay.
I especially enjoyed the insight into his relationship with Tanya Tucker and his recollections of filming True Grit with John Wayne.
One thing that won't go away is the banned book trope, also known as local schools deciding what is appropriate for its students.
Just three states are responsible for 80 percent of known school book bans.
If nothing else, concentrate on the three states most responsible. Stop trying to make this a national crisis just so you can sell more books.
I banned books all the time in my house. There's some stuff I wanted my 13-year-old son to read and some stuff I didn't. If he wanted to read Penthouse magazine, I wasn't going to leave it on the dining room table for him. It was banned. Make him steal one from the local drug store like a real underage horndog.
Again, repeat after me, if you can buy a book at your local bookstore, it's not a banned book! Or the people doing the banning are really bad at banning things.
Much of my summer has been spent in the dentist chair. So that's given me time to think.
Think about all that money floating out the window so I can painlessly chew a steak. I don't begrudge paying my dentist for that privilege. She's great. I do begrudge paying my insurance company so much to cover so little of it.
Knowing I was going to be going under the pliers this year, I bumped up to the premium dental plan, outside of my regular health plan, which pays zero. Even that only results in 30 percent for this, 50 percent for that. At a couple thousand bucks for a root canal, and a couple more for some crowns, that adds up.
What I don't get, is when was it decided that teeth (and eyes, for that matter) were not going to be body parts covered by your basic Blue Cross Blue Shield plan? It'd be like somebody waking up some day and saying, "You know what, we're not going to cover elbows anymore."
It's not like they don't go in or around the mouth for other stuff. Sore throats, check; ear aches, check; glossitis of the tongue (look it up), check; busted lips, check.
But a sore tooth? Oh, my, we're going to have to send you to a dentist who won't have an opening for two months, just live with it, buddy; and when she does we'll only pay thirty percent; and you'll like it! That's not a part of the body we'll cover.
Yet you will cover everything in all my other orifices though, right? Sure. Just not your mouth. Too dirty.
You covered my colonoscopy. Yes, we like butts, we cannot lie.
