Thank you again dear Hendrix,
When I was about 5 years old my grandpa took me up to the wheat fields to check on the condition of the spring wheat and he called me over to show me a small hole he had dug with his hands to check the root growth. He pulled his false teeth out of the hole and washed them from a canvas water bag that hung from the front of the truck and put them in his mouth. He said he wondered where he had lost his dentures. It was my first psychedelic experience. When I had young children of my own I would drive them up to the same spot and repeat that story to them and we would laugh and feel so happy. It still warms heart.