Suddenly, I remembered a tall, handsome, dark-haired boy with the same name who had been in my high school class some 25 years ago. Could he be the same guy I had a secret crush on back then?
When I finally saw him, I quickly dismissed the idea. This balding, gray-haired man with a deeply lined face looked far too old to have been my classmate.
After he examined my teeth, I asked him if he had attended St. Mary’s High School.
— Yes, I did, he said, beaming with pride.
— When did you graduate? I asked.
— In 1989. Why do you ask?
— You were in my class! I exclaimed.
He looked at me closely. Then that ugly, old, bald, wrinkled-faced, gray-haired, decrepit ba$tard asked:
— What did you teach?
