Have you ever been guilty of looking at others your own age and thinking, surely I can’t look that old.
My name is Mary, and I was sitting in the waiting room for my first appointment with a new dentist.
I noticed his 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. Yes, I did. I’m a mustang,” he gleamed with pride.