Remember all those nights driving all the way to Winchester to visit the orthodontist? You and I with Dad driving, fighting route 3 traffic to get home... and Dad singing "Elvira". Week after week after week, and just when we reach the promised land - Retainers - the orthodontist has a stroke. Still have nights when I wake up in a cold sweat with those lyrics in my head - Giddy Up Oom Poppa Omm Poppa Mow MowGiddy Up Oom Poppa Omm Poppa Mow MowHeigh-ho Silver, away
How do you get past something like that?
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