Have you ever been guilty of looking at others your own age and thinking, “Surely I cannot look that old?”

Well, you’ll love this one.

While sitting in the waiting room for my first appointment with a new dentist. I noticed his DDA diploma, 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 almost 50 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 attended Butte High School.

“Yes, Yes, I did. I’m a Bulldog,”he gleamed with pride.

“When did you graduate?” I asked.

He answered, “In 1966. Why do you ask?”

“You were in my class!” I exclaimed.

He looked at me closely. Then, that ugly, old, bald, wrinkled, fat, gray-haired, decrepit son-of-a-gun asked, “What subject did you teach?”