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10/07/2023 7:34 am
My name is Alice Smith and I was sitting in the waiting room for my first appointment with a new dentist. I noticed his DDS diploma, which showed his full name.
Suddenly, I remembered a tall, handsome, dark-haired boy with the same name who had been in my high school class some 40-odd years ago. Could this 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.
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 beamed 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, bald wrinkled, fat gray, decrepit son-of-a-gun asked, “What did you teach?”
John Kuvakas
Warrenton, VA
10/07/2023 7:57 am
John, funny you should post this as I am headed to my 65th reunion next month where I will see all of these old people. I'm sure glad that I haven't aged a bit since 1958.