To those attending next summer’s Menlo-Atherton High School “Classes of ‘74 to ‘76-ish” Reunion…

(…indicated here on Facebook…)

Let’s just acknowledge this little tidbit of wisdom (sent to me from a co-worker) and move on, shall we?

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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 30-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! Why, yes I did! I'm a Mustang,” he gleamed with pride.

“When did you graduate?” I asked.

He answered, “In 1975. Why do you ask?”

“You were in my class!” I exclaimed excitedly.

He looked at me closely.

And then, that

ugly,

old,

bald,

wrinkled-faced,

fat-assed,

gray-haired,

decrepit

son-of-sea cook

asked….

“What class did you teach???”