Nutcracker

Bless UAW’s Local 444 because all of us Chrysler kids ended up with good teeth and mine is probably the last generation to have relatives with false ones. Not today’s veneers or implants but entire mouths quarried and replaced with full sets of uppers and lowers. How many of us had our childhoods mildly traumatized by Old Timers taking out their clackers and enacting some sort of Clem Kadiddlehopper kitchen gag? And they rarely fit. My own poor mom suffered through several versions, so on any given day her smile could range from Meg Ryan Chiclets to Trilogy of Terror.

Inspired by Baby Teeth. Photo by THEPALMER.