You know how some people believe that we all have a perfect twin out there somewhere on Planet Earth? A doppelgänger? Well, I met mine the other day. I thought the resemblance was stunning. He's not that into birding, though, and he eschews baseball hats (which my English friend Nick Hammond refers to as IQ Reducers). My twin's name is Bob Thomas. He's a roustabout for a flea circus. He likes tennis, travel, and candlelit walks on the beach. Nice guy!