While waiting in the reception room for my first appointment with a new dentist, I noticed his diploma, 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 45 years ago.

Upon seeing him, however, I quickly discarded any thought that he might have been my classmate. This balding, gray-haired man with the deeply lined face was much too old to have gone to school with me.

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, "1957."

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

He looked at me closely and then asked, "What did you teach?"