I felt a strong need to write this note of thanks to you and your staff. I recently found myself sitting at my laptop holding my front tooth in the palm of my hand. A home plumbing repair and a hissy fit gone bad were the cause of its original demise in the 90's. My then-favorite-dentist, Dr. Bauman came to my rescue and sculptured a "temp" that lasted over 20 years. Jump ahead to 2015 and I again look like I just finished a Blackhawks-Bruin's Game 7.
I look at the tooth in my hand and say to myself, "gosh darn it" or something to that effect. What am I going to do now?
Who you gonna call?
Dr. Hollis, that's who.
That's what he does. At least that's what his webpage says.
Boy, does he.
I knew the minute you handed me a mirror and showed me the result of the two hour rescue you and Brea performed on my smile that I would be writing this letter. It was a given.
It was two hours of squirming and head nodding.
Not a hint.
Amazement at the result?
When you finished and flashed that Men's Warehouse, "You're going to like the way you look," smirk I was skeptical. When I saw your smile-repair in that mirror I knew you were both in the right profession and I'm grateful.
Granted, I don't possess a set of piano keys but they're mine. I've been in the milk business for 30 years; I get up at 4am every morning; I've sipped a lot of coffee.
What pleases the eye more, a worn and weathered hay barn or a shiny new galvanized one?
The point of this letter is simple.
It's a thank-you/confirmation letter.
You and your entire staff picked the right jobs.
I'm proof of it.
I'm proof of it.
I hope your smiles reading this are as genuine as mine was writing it.
"Smiling" John Greenwood