Our friend Mary wrote to us and shared her story:

I was sitting in the waiting room of the dentist office for my first appointment with the new dentist. While waiting, I noticed his diploma on the wall, which bore his full name. Suddenly I remembered it all - a handsome, dark-haired boy with the same name who had been in my high school class some 30 odd years ago. Could this dentist be the same guy that I had a secret crush on way back then?

When I saw him, however, I quickly dismissed any such thought. This guy was a balding, gray-haired man with a deeply-lined face ... he was clearly way too old to have been my classmate.

However, just to be sure, I asked him if he attended Morgan Park High School.

"Yes! Yes I did. I'm a Mustang", he said 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, old, balding, wrinkle-faced, fat-assed, gray-haired, decrepit old man asked me:

"Really? What did you teach?"