Twins

 

I just realized yesterday that my life has been full of doppelgangers.

Just to name the first three that popped into my head:

Years ago, there was a repairman that I liked so much, I only bought Whirlpool appliances – the brand he specialized in. (Counterintuitive I know. I mean, buying something on the premise that it will need repair at some point?) No hanky-panky, by the way. He was just really nice to my cats. 

This gentleman was a dead ringer for a member of the singing group, The Statler Brothers.

 

The carpenter my husband became friends with at his coffee gatherings in the center of town worked on both our last house, and then had a hand in some of the changes we made when we moved to here to the condo. A former motorcycle cop, his resemblance to actor Joe Pesci was remarkable.

 

And then yesterday while out running errands, a Neil Sedaka tune came on the car radio, bringing me back Sedaka’s glory days of the ‘60s.

 It's been bugging me forever, but now I finally know who my hairdresser looks like.