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 1944.” “Why, you were in my class!” I exclaimed. He looked at me closely and then asked, “What did you teach?” see also   Aging  Section   Happy Centipede Back Of The Line, Harry Motherhood Finger Olympics Vatican Chess Egg Tester Equal Rights Church Bring me Solo and the Wookie Monongahela River Hockey Rivalry: Vancouver Canucks vs. Calgary Flames Extreme Skateboarding Dentist Drill Rabbit Boost Potting Pot Devil's Food Rose Cake

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