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?"

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