<< We're Not Getting Old - Everybody Else is!

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 1960." "Why, you were in my class!" I exclaimed. He looked

at me closely and then asked, "What did you teach?"     OUCH!!!!!!!