My classmates gave me the nickname “the Flash” when I was younger, but not because of my speed at recess. I had a silver cap on my front tooth that often flashed in the light when I opened my mouth. The cap, along with a slew of jaw clenching monikers I endured, all can be traced back to my obnoxious older brother. We were doing dishes one night in our Mason City, Iowa home when I was nine ...
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