Oh that hurt!
 

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 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 1976.” “Why, you were in my class!” I exclaimed. He looked at me closely and then asked, “What did you teach?”

My 40th Class of 1976 Re-Union is set for this weekend in Reno, Nevada (July 23, 2016) so this hits home.

Probably not going though as I would have too many memories of my teacher Mrs. Barbara Mitchell and her daughter Michelle Mitchell.

But I am on the search for some badly needed humor.

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