Mr. Clive Peterson is proprietor of Peterson's Pharmacy and Office Supplies on the south end of Main Street. Mr P. is one of the "old" breed of pharmacists, who not only counts and doles out pills but also solid doses of opinion. And while the rest of us are happy as stink to shuffle ole granny off to the rest home when she starts forgetting which shoe goes on which foot, Mr. Peterson is of a differing opinion. Probably because he is just about ready for the rest home himself.
Seriously Mr P. could use some Sea-Bond denture adhesive (or maybe some super glue) to secure those false teeth of his. They clack like a 1920s steam thresher. You think I'm kidding but the kids over at the high school use him as a percussionist at their dances since Willie McSpurgle fell off the platform and broke both his drumsticks.
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As a certified operator of a 1920's steam thresher, I can testify that Mr. Peterson's false teeth don't hold a candle to the mess of noise I endured (and for several years!).
Oleg Stehlbourgen
Calgary, Alberta
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