Yesterday, riding the Max light rail, there was a gentleman riding in my
car who was a dead ringer for you...except for the small difference of
he wasn't in a chair. Spiffy hat? check. Compact build with good
shoulders? check. Gorgeous? check. Graying? check. Neat beard? check.
Ready smile? check.
Honestly, I almost asked him if he had a twin brother in the Bay area...
Deborah
wonderin' where her own clone is
