In the early 80’s, my sister Diane and I had a circuit of bars we hung out on during the weekends, depending on what band was playing where. One of our favorites was a band called White Fox. There were two members of the band, both female. One of them was my mini-me.

Though I’d never met her, it was not uncommon for people to approach me, call me Janet, and talk to me as if I knew who they were and what they were talking about. And then one night, Diane and I were hanging out, minding our own business, when Janet herself approached me.

“You must be Suzanne,” she said. “People have been mistaking me for you for some time now and I must say, I can see why. In fact, you look more like me than my actual twin does.” And then she told me that her parents were there that night and would I mind coming over to meet them. “Not at all,” I said.

Janet’s parents were flabbergasted when they saw me. They took pictures of the two of us together. I met Janet’s fraternal twin, and her parents joked that Fraternal Twin and I must’ve been switched at birth. Could be, I said, but then that would mean that you also misplaced seven other daughters because I look exactly like my seven sisters.

A few years later, as I was visiting my parents in San Francisco (I still lived in Chicago then), I attended a holiday barbeque at their condominium complex. I watched as my father approached Dwight Clark (wide receiver for the San Francisco Forty Niners ) and tapped him on the shoulder.

“Excuse me,” my father said. “You must be Dwight Clark. People around here have been mistaking me for you ever since you moved in. I hope you don’t mind, but I signed a few autographs on your behalf.”

Dwight roared with laughter, as did my mother and I and Joe (Montana, who also lived in the building). “I must admit,” Dwight said, “the resemblance is uncanny.” And it is. See for yourself:

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What about you? Do you have a doppleganger?