We’ve all experienced coincidences, and here’s one for the books.
A few nights ago I was in my den — I don’t like the term man cave — and plopped a chunk of sugarless gum into my mouth. A few chews later I noticed something hard in the wad of gum. It was a small piece of tooth.
I headed for the bathroom to assess the damage in the mirror. At the same time wife Beverly was coming down the hall from our living room.