by John R. Smith
I walked over to my Uncle Bert’s house and found him in his garage biting nails in half. “Hey Bert, isn’t thatpretty hard on the old dentures?” (Bert is nearly 80 and has been wearing dentures from some years.)
“Maybe so,” he replied, “but I am furious with those guys in Washington…” He didn’t finish his thought; he was busy washing down the last nail with a swallow of beer.
