“I don’t want to hate neither one,” she silently prayed, but reality settled on her like a huge stone she could not push away.
The truth, of course, was that she had been rather shocked to discover she had such major dental problems, but she had trusted Dr. Faux. The truth was, that up until a few years ago, her teeth were fine and people were always talking about her pretty smile. Why, she hadn’t had a cavity since childhood, and then suddenly, she didn’t have a single tooth left in her head. The more she brooded over this as she locked up the clinic and headed down the dark street, the more she began to entertain a host of poisonous thoughts about Dr. Faux. How many times had he told her that all of the Islanders were born with bad teeth and Tangier Disease due to inbreeding? How many times did she hear yet one more tale about someone’s fillings falling out or a root canal going bad or a crown that looked like a piano key cracking smack in half for no good reason?
Huh, she thought with gathering agitation and grief as she crossed the painted lines on Janders Road. Maybe they ought to hold Dr. Faux hostage until all of his teeth fell out. Maybe he ought to have clacking dentures that didn’t fit right and caused a lot of gum soreness and missed meals. Maybe he ought to spy an ear of sweet corn and feel overwhelmed by nostalgia and loss, or be embarrassed when it sounded like he was playing the Castanet while he talked on the phone.
“Honey, you look a norder! Why, you’re sob wet!” Ginny’s husband noticed that she was sobbing as she rushed inside the house and slammed the door.
“I want my teeth!” she cried out hysterically.
“You remember whar you laid ’em last?” he asked, as he began walking around, looking for the glass jelly jar she usually soaked her dentures in. “Well, I swanny!” he suddenly said as he put on his bifocals. “Durn if they’re not in your mouth, Ginny!”
AN HISTORICAL FOOTNOTE
by Trooper Truth
At a glance, it may not seem entirely honest of me to call this digression a footnote, because it should be plain to the reader that the text is not preceded by a number, nor is it at the bottom of a page.
However, a footnote doesn’t have to mean a reference designated by a number that we find in works of nonfiction, textbooks, and term papers. A footnote can also indicate something of lesser importance. For example, it could be said that until a few years ago, Jamestown was nothing more than a footnote in history, since most people believed that the U.S. really began at Plymouth and that’s why we celebrate Thanksgiving. Although schoolbooks still devote scant attention to Jamestown, at least our nation’s first lasting English settlement has made it into accepted educational writings and is not relegated to a footnote, literally.
In the high school textbook The American Nation, I’m pleased to report, Jamestown is discussed on pages 85 and 86. Sadly, however, my 1997 edition of the Encyclopaedia Britannica offers only an eighth of a page on Jamestown and leads one to believe that there is nothing left of the site except replicas of the ships the settlers sailed on from the Isle of Dogs. The replicas are actually about a mile west of the original fort and are part of what is called the Jamestown Settlement, which is also a replica, I reluctantly point out, but worth visiting as long as you realize that the first settlers did not construct the twentieth-century buildings, restrooms, food court, souvenir shops, parking lots, and ferry, any more than they sailed on the fabricated ships moored in the river.
I find it rather embarrassing that when you visit Jamestown, there are numerous signs directing you to the Settlement and only one or two that point you in the direction of the original site. So you can choose to visit the fabricated Jamestown or the real one, and many tourists choose the former because of the conveniences, possibly. Of course, when the Settlement was built, it was believed that the original site had eroded into the river, which explains why Virginia thought a fabrication was the best the Commonwealth could offer.