Meeting them again after so many years
and so many memories, which were good,

except for the horrible one was like
chewing nails thus destroying all of

the beautiful crowns in his mouth and
the one root canal, which wasn’t painful

when drilled except when the ten penny
crushed it to smithereens. He got through

the visit with way too much nervous jibber-
jabber on his part and, on the way home,

stopped to take a blood pressure test. His
blood pressure was a little high but his

pulse had rocketed out of the solar system,
thus confirming in his non-professional o-

pinion (His doctorate is in a non-related
field.) that he was having a mild anxiety

attack, which was completely new for him
but which would be assuaged when he arrived

home with two quick shots of Polish potato
vodka followed by two glasses of a relative-

ly new on the market California Sauvignon
Blanc, 2014, slightly effervescent and a nap.