08/07/02

While waiting for my first appointment in the reception room of a new
dentist, I noticed his certificate, which bore his full name.
Suddenly, I remembered that a tall, handsome boy with the same name
had been in my high school class some 40 years ago. Upon seeing him,
however, I quickly discarded any such thought. This balding,
gray-haired man with the deeply lined face was too old to have been my
classmate. After he had examined my teeth, I asked him if he had
attended the local high school. "Yes," he replied. "When did you
graduate?" I asked. He answered, "In 1962." "Why, you were in my
class!" I exclaimed. He looked at me closely and then asked, "What did
you teach?"