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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!!!!!!!