While waiting for a first appointment in the reception room of a new physician, I noticed the framed certificate which bore his full name. Convinced that I had heard it before, I racked my brain until I remembered that a tall, gawky kid with a similar-sounding name had been in my high school class, some 45 years ago. But upon being ushered into his office, I knew….just knew….I was wrong. I mean, this balding, graying man with the double chin and a face the quality of old shoe leather was far too old to have been my classmate. But I thought" "What the heck?" No harm in asking him anyway. 

So I said: "There isn't a chance you attended Mackenzie High School in Detroit, is there?" 

"Yes," he said (looking surprised). "I did." 

"When did you graduate?" I asked. 

"Class of '58," he answered. …