Thursday, September 21, 2006

From Kathy

HAVE YOU EVER BEEN GUILTY OF LOOKING AT OTHERS YOUR OWN AGE
 
AND THINKING,
 
"SURELY I CAN'T LOOK THAT OLD?"
 
WELL... YOU'LL LOVE THIS ONE!
 


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 HAD 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 GUN ASKED,  
 
"WHAT DID YOU TEACH?"

1 comment:

jmorancoyle said...

    That was funny. Especially since I spent half of my freshmen year at Morgan Park High School on the South Side of Chicago. (I went to the Branch, you know, Clissold.) I graduated in 1973.
Jude
http://journals.aol.com/jmorancoyle/MyWay