Have you been guilty of looking at others your own
age and thinking, surely i can't look that old?"
While I was sitting in the waiting room for my first appointment with a new dentist, I
noticed his DDS diploma, which bore his full name. Suddenly, I remembered a tall,
handsome, dark-haired boy with the same name had been in my high school class some 40-odd
years ago. Could he be the same guy that I had a secret crush on, way back then??
Upon seeing him, however, I quickly discarded any such thought. This balding, gray-haired
man with the deeply lined face was way too old to have been my classmate. Hmmm ... Or
could he???
After he examined my teeth, I asked him if he had attended Morgan Park High School.
"Yes. Yes, I did. I'm a mustang," he gleamed with pride. "When did you
graduate?" I asked. He answered, "in 1959. Why do you ask?" "You were
in my class!" I exclaimed.
He looked at me closely. Then, that ugly, old, wrinkled son-of-a-bitch asked,
"what did you teach?"
