Weather: Very Nice, Again.
Having fun with the rug rats, it was fire on the Lake last night, the kids helped me burn up a lot of brush last night. Today it will be out on the pontoon to do some cruising and swimming.
MY NAME IS ALICE AND I WAS SITTING IN THE WAITING ROOM FOR MY FIRST
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 50-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.
WHEN DID YOU GRADUATE?’ I ASKED. HE ANSWERED, ‘IN 1962. WHY DO YOU ASK?’
YOU WERE IN MY CLASS!’, I EXCLAIMED. HE LOOKED AT ME CLOSELY.
THEN,
THAT
UGLY,
OLD,
BALD,
WRINKLED-FACED,
FAT-A**,
GRAY-HAIRED,
DECREPIT
SON-OF-A-B****
ASKED,
‘WHAT DID YOU TEACH???
