When I say we got blasted by our friend John the Dermatologist, I don’t mean he yelled at us. He did advise us both we spend too much time in the sun, but he told us quietly. What I mean by “blasted” is that after having a good visit and checking us all over, he brings out his favorite tool, the implement of torture, the liquid nitrogen spray bottle, and dots us all over, freezing off the “sun damage”. Of course I still wonder about how you “fix” damage by killing it completely. Isn’t that just even more damage?
Come to think of it, maybe I should be a dermatologist when I grow up. It would be so easy. You get an office, a nurse, and maybe twenty canisters of liquid nitrogen, and you’re good to go. Have a visit with each patient, check them over under a bright light (okay, make a note to buy a bright light too), hose them down with liquid nitrogen, charge them money, then go flyfishing. Sounds like a good gig, doesn’t it?
Brother Tom’s travel map is getting more impressive.
http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?ie=UTF&msa=0&msid=109311542386358702480.000487c2576b23e261ef3
Still in Texas, but ultimately ending up in the same place as us in about a week.
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