Bandolero never ceases to be amazed at the rapidity with which time flies by any more. It’s faster than can be explained by the usual “getting older” rationale. Bandolero is more convinced than ever that the universe is experiencing time compression.

Regardless, Bandolero has added another chapter to the Memoir. Actually, what previously represented Chapters 2 and 3 have been replaced by a new and improved Chapter 2. The earlier Chapters 2 and 3 hardly, if at all, qualified as real chapters. Bandolero’s readers deserved better, and now better has been delivered.

Two hours before the dentist appointment the tooth fell out. Well, not the whole tooth; all of it above the gum line. I guess that means it broke, rather than fell out. If it would’ve waited a couple of hours it could’ve have fallen into the dentist’s hand or something. Actually, it did fall into the dentist’s hand, when I dropped it into his hand in the little plastic bag I brought it in. The dentist had various alternative approaches. The one we decided on for starters was putting a post into the root and building a new tooth on it out of some kind of plastic goo or whatever. What fun this has been for Bandolero!

You probably thought this was going to be about allergies, since it’s springtime. But, no. You might have thought Bandolero was down with a cold, sometimes called a bad cold, sometimes called rhinusitis or maybe rhinusitus. But, no. This is about Bandolero’s toothache, sometimes called a tooth ache. A filling that Bandolero’s dentist put in many years ago and then repaired some years after that and again after that and one more time about a month ago is again in a defective state. Consequently, whenever Bandolero eats, it hurts to, ah, choo, dammit. Bandolero has made appointment to see dentist on Monday.