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.
my name is
Alice , and I was sitting in the waiting room for my first
appointment with a new dentist.
I noticed his
DDS diploma on the wall, 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 30-odd years ago.
could he be the same guy that I had a secret crush on, way back
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.
after he examined my teeth, I asked him if he had attended Morgan
park high school .
'yes. yes, I did. Iím a mustang,' he gleamed with pride.
when did you graduate?' I asked.
he answered, 'in 1975. why do you ask?'
you were in my class!', I exclaimed.
he looked at me closely.
then, that ugly,
'what did you teach??í