Approximately 30 years ago, Gary was my orthodontist in Berkeley, California. He was in practice with a much older pediatric orthodontist who called me «honey» and«sweetie» — for a leather-jacket and boot wearing 14 year old punk, that wasn’t very endearing. Gary, on the other hand, was wonderful, joked around without ever being corny, was sensitive and kind, fast and painless. He always talked straight to me and never sugarcoated anything, and even told me that just because my parents wanted me to have braces, if I didn’t want it, it was my mouth and he wouldn’t put anything in without my OK. I don’t know if he’s still working or has retired, but if he is still working I recommend him wholeheartedly. I had many visits with him from age 13 to age 17, and while my bite is not perfect, it is infinitely better than it was before I was his patient, and I have fond memories of his office and his chairside manner.