Do You Remember When?

A friend sent this to me. Baby Boomers should have no problem with remembering.

      http://www.frontiernet.net/~jimdandy/specials/remember/remember.html    

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, 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 1969. 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?”