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 extremely athletic boy
with the same name had been in my high school class some 30-odd years ago.
Could he, by some miracle, be the same guy that I had a secret crush on,
way back then?
Upon seeing him in person for the very first time 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 in Arlington.
"Yes. Yes, I did. I had a bright red Mustang fastback," he gleamed
with obvious pride.
When did you graduate?" I asked.
He answered, "In 1965; why do you ask?"
"Oh, my god! You were in my class!" I exclaimed.
He looked at me closely. -- Then, that ugly, old, wrinkled, no-hair
son-of-a-***** asked, "What did you teach?"