The promise of America personified
By JOSH RESNEK
Everett Family Dental is located at 459 Broadway, in the middle of the block, next to the Sovereign Bank office and across from the Dollar Store.
This is my personal dental center.
At my age, I’ve been through many dentists, including three in my own family before arriving at Everett Family Dental. I saw the sign, walked in through the front door.
This is where the experience began for me about one year ago. It was an extraordinary experience.
It remains extraordinary in every way.
First off, I met a young, charming, and beautiful El Salvadoran woman seated behind the glass partition separating the dental office from the waiting room. Next to her, a young, well-groomed Guatemalan man said hello to me in perfect English. He did his thing on a computer in front of him.
I was ushered into a dental room. In a minute or two a striking dental hygienist from Colombia, in her early 20’s, told me in perfect English that she was going to check out my mouth and clean my teeth not before a dental technician from the Dominican Republic took a full mouth x-ray of my teeth. Following all that, the dentist came in, a lovely woman who teaches at Boston University, who grew up in Colombia, whose last name was Keohane. “You went Irish,” I laughed.
She laughed with me.
She was gentle and knowing, giving me Novocain in exactly the right spot, and completing a filling on one of my front teeth (yikes) in minutes.
I am not a candidate for dental implants.
Something about my gum and bone structure does not allow for them.
So, I opted for a small denture.
A young woman from Nepal – from Katmandu no less – took mouth impressions. She too was charming and professional. She is expecting a child. We talked briefly about Katmandu.
This being done, I left the office and stood in front of the glass window separating the office from the waiting room. Because of the pandemic, the waiting room is a standing room.
Because of the professional efficiency level of this small office on Broadway being so high, no one visiting the dentist here must stand for very long.
The El Salvadoran woman indicated what I owed in addition to my dental insurance.
I paid. But before I was on my way, I told them all I would be sending my photographer Jim Mahoney to do his bit inside their bubble on Broadway.
They all asked what newspaper the article would appear in: I said the Leader Herald.
They were all excited and pleased, as excited and pleased as I was to be treated in this incredible dental office.
This is, in every way, a dental office epitomizing the American Dream and the Promise of America.
What a pleasure going to the dentist has become for me.