“Burt?” his friend asked.
“You remember,” he explained. “He was my eighth grade history teacher at O.L.P.H. He was such a good person and likable fellow I could even forgive his having been a liberal and liked ‘Star Trek’.
“The day of his funeral,” he continued, “was the birthday of my tenth grade theology teacher, Jerry. Life is always full of those weird coincidences.”
“It’s nice to keep in touch with friends for that long,” she reminded him. “But you always have to take the good with the bad.”