A few years ago I moved back to the town where I grew up. Many of my old friends were still living there.
As I sat in the waiting room for my first appointment with the new dentist in town I noticed his testamurs hanging on the wall, which gave his full name.
Suddenly I remembered a tall, handsome, dark-haired boy with the same name had been in my high school class some 40 years ago.
Could he be the same boy that I had a secret crush on way back then? He had been very handsome and I had been quite shy. Maybe. Life is full of coincidences.
As soon as I saw the new dentist I was disillusioned. Not my age. Oh, never. This balding, grey-haired man with the deeply lined face was way too old to have been my classmate. Too old.
After he examined my teeth, I asked him if he had attended Mount Morgan High School. Just in case. Maybe. Thinking.
"Yes, yes, I did," he gleamed with pride.
"When did you graduate?" I asked.
He answered, "In 1973. Why do you ask?'"
"You were in my class!" I exclaimed.