Monday, February 14, 2011
So who is that in the picture on the left? Me, or that other guy?
I mentioned earlier that on several instances since arriving on St. Croix I had been mistaken for another guy who apparently looks just like me. His name is Winegar, presumably that's his last name. People have called out the name to me as I drove by, walked up and asked if I remembered them, people who thought they had worked with me (him) sometime in the past.
They're convinced I'm him, surprised – even shocked – when they find out I'm not.
Well, it's still going on. It's happend three more times just since the first of the year, bringing the number of "Winegar incidents" to well over a dozen. I am, of course, guessing about the spelling of the name based on the pronunciation.
Here's what I know about him so far, based on what people have said when trying to prove they know me/him:
• He's got two sisters in Phoenix.
• He worked for a while at the Animal Welfare Center
• He worked more recently at the Department of Planning and Natural Resources. May still work there.
• He appears to play a musical instrument, although I don't know what.
• He seems to be a nice guy, very friendly. No one has ever come up to me with a scowl and behaved angry, as if they had mistaken me for some jerk. No, it's always with a smile, as if they're glad to seem him after a long time. No one has ever shook his fist at me or demanded the money Winegar owes him. They're always happy to see him, or they would be if I were him.
And he must just be handsome as hell. After all, he looks just like me, apparently.
The obvious thing for me to do is call DPNR and ask if he still works there. If he does, ask to speak to him and settle this once and for all. But quite frankly I'm afraid to.
What if he does look just like me, but he turns out to be – by any objective standard – funny looking, odd, or old or fat or – you know – ugly? What would I do then? Do I want to take that chance?