A secret you'll learn only from reading this blog

In the opening scene of "Out Here In Kansas," there's a pinch of Copenhagen under my bottom lip. Because I don't speak, you may not notice it, but it's there.
I haven't dipped tobacco for seven months now. So I hope you'll forgive me for feverishly chomping on gum in this later scene (pictured) in which I'm listening to Burt in an Iowa hospital.
I'm not proud of either habit ... but there you have it.