Suddenly, I remembered a tall, handsome, dark-haired boy with the same name who had been in my high school class some 30-odd years ago. Could he be the same guy I had a secret crush on back then?
When the dentist walked in, I quickly dismissed the idea. This balding, gray-haired man with the deeply lined face was surely too old to have been my classmate.
After he examined my teeth, I asked him if he had attended Morgan Park High School.
— Yes. Yes, I did, he said, beaming with pride.
— When did you graduate? I asked.
— In 1967. Why do you ask?
