Driving to my semi-annual dental appointment, I had the usual thoughts. Must do this. Must take care of my teeth. What might the dentist find lurking under gums, between teeth, on tongue, in throat? Why am I'm driving so far from my house, - mental note - get a new - closer-to-home Dentist. I arrived reasonably on time with my copy of Tale of Two Cities. They thoughtlessly did'nt give me a chance to open the book. Rather, they ushered me in to a comfortable room, and quickly and painlessly gave me a brand new filling! Sigh! Thanks for the opportunity to praise the work and the "Chairside Manner" of Justin Beasley.