For a number of years I have used the screen name “Duke of Earle.” It was handy as a screen name for IM programs and other applications where a degree of anonymity was appropriate.
It’s a play on my last name, of course. But the origins lie in Gene Chandler’s number one song of 1962.
Yes, I’m old enough to remember that. (Thanks for asking. Thanks a LOT!) Even though many of you may not be old enough, if you’ve ever heard the song on an oldies’ station you’ll probably never forget the pounding, “Duke, duke, duke, Duke of Earl, duke, duke, Duke of Earl…”
I was in high school when that song was popular, and had to go through the inevitable comments from “friends” making the connection between the song and my name. There was also a period when I was called, “Earle the Pearl.” Which later evolved into, “Earle, the Pearl, the Girl.”
No, I’m not looking for sympathy.
My point is that I am soon advancing to a higher state of royalty.
Dukes don’t wear crowns, but on Monday I will be receiving a crown of solid gold. I will wear it proudly for years.
The bad news is it will be installed on molar number 19 in my lower jaw.
Like many people, I do not look forward to going to the dentist. Also like many people, I go anyway. I’d really like to keep as many of these original issue teeth as I can for as long as I can, so I get them cleaned and checked twice a year.
I began to notice a while back that ol’ number 19 was becoming sensitive to hot and cold stuff. So, did I go straight to the dentist to have it checked?
Of course not. I did what most people would do. I waded way out into the middle of that river in Egypt. I told myself the problem was temporary. It’s probably a gum irritation, not a bad tooth at all. The sensitivity will pass.
I ignored it. In fact, sometimes I’d forget completely. Then I’d get thirsty and take a big mouthful of ice water. ZING! Oh, that hurt!
Well, last week I had it checked and found that the river in Egypt was a fraud. The verdict was that I needed a full cast gold crown to cover the tooth surface all the way to the gum line.
Now I have all weekend to look forward to my dentist appointment on Monday. That brings a whole new meaning to the phrase, “Blue Monday.”
Hey, Fats Domino sang “Blue Monday” in 1957. I wonder if ol’ Fats ever jammed with Gene Chandler?
Maybe I’ll change my handle to “Prince of Earle.”