Great, brilliant stroking forks of lightning above McLean on the drive home from rehearsal. Most of it cloud-to-cloud, few ground strikes, therefore strangely silent.

My cross to bear in The Hen Gets a Flag is George Washington's teeth. (G.W. lectures Amy and John about oral hygiene and eighteenth-century dental prosthetics.) Sally and I are going for something that suggests cruddy, and artificial. I tried a transparent athletic mouthguard, but I couldn't find a way to keep it in my mouth. Sally found some $10 Billy Bob fake teeth that might work: they're not snaggled, they're just too many of them. But finding a way to keep them in place is still a mystery. Trident chewing gum lasts for about three minutes. We're going to try denture adhesive next.

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