Last night, we saw a very good movie starring the best actor of this generation, Philip Seymour Hoffman, called "The Savages." It is about dealing with a parent suffering from dementia. And, it is pretty much a comedy in the way tragedy has to be to be meaningful at all.
Where am I going with this? Just as a setup to a story a woman told on my journalism ListServ. Enjoy, laugh, cry.
I was sitting in the waiting room for my first appointment with a new dentist. I noticed his DDS diploma, which bore his full name. Suddenly, I remembered a tall, handsome, dark-haired boy with the same name had been in my high school class 40 years ago. Could he be the same guy that I had a secret crush on, way back then?
Upon seeing him, however, I quickly discarded any such thought. This balding, gray-haired man with the deeply lined face was way 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. I'm a Mustang,' he gleamed with pride.
'When did you graduate?' I asked. He answered, “In 1967. Why do you ask?”
“You were in my class!” I exclaimed.
He looked at me closely. Then, that ugly, old, bald, wrinkled, fat ass, gray-haired, decrepit son-of-a-bitch asked, “What did you teach?”