OLD AGE
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.  
MY NAME IS ALICE , AND I WAS SITTING IN THE WAITING ROOM FOR MY FIRST APPOINTMENT WITH A NEW DENTIST.  
I NOTICED HIS DDS DIPLOMA ON THE WALL, 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.  
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 GLEAMED WITH PRIDE.  
WHEN DID YOU GRADUATE?’ I ASKED.  
HE ANSWERED, ‘IN 1967.. WHY DO YOU ASK?’  
YOU WERE IN MY CLASS!’, I EXCLAIMED.  
HE LOOKED AT ME CLOSELY.  
 
THEN, THAT UGLY,  
 
OLD,  
 
BALD,  
 
WRINKLED FACED,  
 
FAT,  
 
GRAY-HAIRED,  
 
DECREPIT  
 
ASKED,  
 
‘WHAT DID YOU  TEACH???

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