Yesterday was the first day of a two week vacation with my family in California. Now, I am always reminded that when we vacation we vacate the place where we were but not the people we are with all our irritating habits and idiosyncracies, many of which are only accentuated when we speak day upon day with each other, nor the problems that beset us at times. For example, Sunday morning I woke up with a chipped tooth, right in front, that was irritating and needed capping but, of course, could not be dealt with on Sunday. We flew out Sunday afternoon for Fresno, and I figured I’d deal with it Monday in Fresno. Of course, how do I know what kind of dentist I will get? I called a referral service and got an appointment at 9:30 at an office three blocks from my hotel! Entering the office, it was uncanny how much it looked like my own dentist’s office. They took me right in. The hygienist had parents in Asheville, North Carolina, so I felt at home. The dentist looked like he knew what he was doing, as he was about 60 or so, very distinguished, with perfect teeth of course. I was in and out in 30 minutes. That’s actually the fastest trip I’ve ever had to a dentist. God provided.