Zen and the Art of Proper Dental Maintenance

Someone on my trip commented about my glass and toothbrush ensemble. I think the glass was the kicker. He told me he was thinking ‘did Zhi seriously take this glass from my kitchen to brush and rinse his teeth with?’ The short answer is no, it's mine and I carry this with me, ALWAYS. He asked if I had read "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.” There, the title character mentions that all one really needs in traveling is a toothbrush & a towel and that all other stuff needed would be supplied by kind strangers. Sadly I had not read the book on account of my undiagnosed ADD. (But yes folks, I am going somewhere with this.) It brings up the important point that proper dental care is essential while traveling. Make no mistake about it. Shiny pearly whites for travelers is tantamount to a good engine for a vehicle. If either don’t do their job, you won’t end up where you should be. Sho ‘nuff. I slacked in the flossing but it is just as important. Trust me, it is that important. You will thank me later for this bit of advice.

As for Cleveland, I stayed in the Cleveland Heights area and mostly hung around Coventry Rd, which is the main drag there. Went to bars, drove downtown, and admired the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame from afar. Like I said, Cleveland was a passing through point. Perhaps if I stuck around longer I could possibly learn a few things from the corrupt politicians. Possibly.

Well, I’m in Sodus Point, NY at the moment. This is in upstate New York and is about one hour away from Rochester. It’s a beautiful area right by the bay and Lake Ontario. Ah, New York, this is where it all started. Home of my Jewish parents and where my modeling career began. Only, it turns out my Jewish parents are actually Polish Catholics. Nevermind that though. Probably more importantly, the Maker’s Mark has finally been breached, only it’s not mine. (I can’t drive with an open container, as “Mother” so keenly pointed out) So, I imbibed on their stash along with other more tasty selections. Good whiskey and fine people, this is what travel and life for that matter, is all about. I'll probably start heading to Boston in a day or two. But, not before I kayak to my heart's desire or to my death (whichever comes first).

Cleveland skyline