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Saturday, June 1, 2013
In a busy life, I've worn a fair number of hats and did a lot of different things. Sometimes I meet someone who knows me and I can't quite place the face. Usually if I know what they know me from I can make the connection.
A while back one guy totally had me baffled. He knew me, but I had no idea who the heck he was. We went to school together -when we were about 10 years old. I'm 55 so that was a long time ago. How he figured out who I am is beyond me. So much for long hair and a beard being a disguise. Never mind the action of decades of active living.
Once he told me who he was, I knew the name, but still could not see the boy in the man.
Then there was time I had a doppelganger living in my area. We looked enough alike that we were mistaken for each other. A stranger came up to me and said he wasn't sure if I was *** or his brother. Not having a brother, I had to tell him he was mistaken. He didn't believe me at first.
Unfortunately for me, my body double liked to spend a lot of time in bars. My wife's coworkers would say they saw me partying hard when I was spending a quiet evening with my dad. The first time that happened, my wife took a little convincing.
The guy moved out of our area. I never got a chance to meet that handsome man myself.
I live in an area of NH known as the Great North Woods. I'm in my dome-i-cile out in the county with my lovely wife and a varying number of family and friends
-part red neck, part hippie but all country. Experimenting and enjoying the adventure of life.