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Have you been guilty of looking at others your own age and thinking, Surely I can't look that old?

Well, the other day I was sitting in the waiting room for my first appointment with a new dentist. On the wall, 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 possibly be the same guy that I'd 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.

"Why yes. Yes, I did. I'm a Mustang." he gleamed with pride.

"When did you graduate?" I asked.

He answered, "In 1962. Why do you ask?"

"You were in my class!" I exclaimed.

He looked at me closely. Then, that homely, old, wrinkled b@st@rd had the unmitigated gall to ask, "What did you teach?”