Last night we were watching the news, and a story came on about some terrorists that the FBI was looking for. It seems one of them had entered the country using a forged passport, and the actual picture on the passport belonged to a Pakistani jeweler (as described by CNN).

Andrea laughed and said “He kinda looks like you.”

I didn’t think much of it, but today I was walking in Carrboro toward the barber shop when an older “good ol’ boy” stopped dead in his tracks and said “Didn’t I see you on television last night? Or was it in the paper?”

I was a little nonplussed, especially when he continued with “yeah, it was dem terrorist pictures”.

I just smiled and walked away, but I wish I had said something like “I love Am-mer-rick-a” in a heavy accent, or “Come with me to the alley”. Ah, woulda, coulda, shoulda.