Good Old Days Magazine

The Flash

They called me “the Flash.”

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 the slew of jaw-clenching monikers I endured, all can be traced back to my obnoxious older brother.

We were doing the dishes one night in our Mason City,

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