Last weekend I saw Captain Napalm on the New Jersey Turnpike at Exit 11. No it wasn't actually him, he's in Florida, but this guy was a dead ringer. Then I saw Mr. Bean at the Metropark parking garage, in the walkway between it and the station. Uncanny. Judy K. was on a New York sidewalk. Today I saw Jeff Goldblum, albeit with a buzzcut, in the train today. I am always seeing people who remind me of other people. My boss' cousin, who also works at my workplace, is extremely Rick Moranis-like. And my boss himself is very much like my first husband, in certain facial features and in manner of speaking - it's a distinctive type of lisp. However there are two big differences. Firstly, my boss is good looking and my former husband is hard to look at. Secondly, my boss has a well cultivated sense of honor, and my ex never had any.