Sunday, May 9, 2010
Dentists, anesthesia, an Islay and Tommy remembers loosing his two front teeth.
While I was pondering the Time Square act of terrorism, I enjoyed a large dram of cask strength single malt from the Distillery, Bowmore, an Islay. If you have ever been anesthetized with ether, you will never forget the sickening smell of old rubber and phenol as you drift off into a disturbed sleep. That is exactly what the dram tastes like when cut with a few drops of water. It reminded me of when I was three or four and was administered ether by an old alcoholic dentist with a severe Parkinson's tremor prior to pulling out my two front teeth. It brought back fond memories of being asked mockingly at Christmas time, Tommy will you sing All I Want For Christmas Is My Two Front Teeth?, until the permanant ones finally grew in several years later. As you know, I am a big fan of the Islays, but I must admit not Dentists, and this was a remarkable whisky. With this most recent act of terrorism I can't help but wonder, are we the American public becoming anesthetized to these assaults on our way of life? I hope not. Slainte, Tommy Maaltman
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