My name is Alice Smith, and I was sitting in the waiting room for my first appointment with a new dentist. I noticed his diploma, which bore his full name.
Suddenly, I remembered a tall, handsome, dark-haired boy with the same name from my high school class some 30-odd years ago. Could he be the same guy I had a secret crush on way back then?
Upon seeing him, however, I quickly discarded that thought. This balding, gray-haired man with a deeply lined face was far too old to have been my classmate.
After he examined my teeth, I asked if he had attended Morgan Park High School.
'Yes. Yes, I did,' he said, his face gleaming with pride.
'When did you graduate?' I asked.
'In 1967,' he answered. 'Why do you ask?'
'You were in my class!' I exclaimed.
He looked at me closely. Then, that old, bald, wrinkled man asked, 'What did you teach?'