Nine Arkansas Crossroads

“I was sitting in the waiting room for my first appointment with a new dentist. I noticed his diploma, which had his full name. Suddenly I remembered a tall, handsome, dark-haired boy with the same name had been in my high school class years ago. Could he be the same guy I had a secret crush on, way back then? Seeing him, however, I quickly discarded the 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 if he had attended Morgan Park High. ‘Yes, I did.’ he gleamed with pride. ‘When did you graduate?’ I asked. He answered, ‘1967. Why do you ask?’ ‘You were in my class!’ I exclaimed. He looked at me closely. Then, that ugly, old, bald, wrinkled, fat, gray-haired man asked, ‘What did you teach?’” – Alice Smith