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Nothing in my lifetime has changed quite so much for the better as dentistry. I have always been a dentist’s dream. Constantly there if something wrong with one of my choppers. It all goes back to my childhood when my parents indulged me nightly with chocolate milk in a bottle. I can’t blame them, they just didn’t know the correlation between tooth decay and sugar. I’m not sure anyone had that knowledge in the early 1940s. They did drag (and I mean dragged) me to a dentist when I was about 6 or so and I was a complete brat. I refused to open...