I’ve been needled over the years about how there is a sort of twin of me walking around Waynesboro, though I’ve never encountered this poor, unfortunate soul myself.
Today we made contact – sorta, kinda.
“I saw your twin today,” my wife said upon returning home for lunch.
She didn’t see him up close, but she was convinced from across the street that it was me walking down toward the Heritage Museum.
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