About 30 years ago, someone told me the story of walking down the street in downtown Birmingham, walking up to someone, shaking his hand and talking to him...thinking he was me.

Then, a year ago, I came face to face with this person, who:
- looked exactly like me
- was wearing the same clothes I was wearing at that minute
- was wearing the same glasses
- had the same mannerisms with how he looked around and placed his hand in his pockets, etc.

I had the feeling that I was looking at myself on a video tape (you know, where you can't ralate to your appearance in two diminesions)...just that this guy was three dimensional.

My friend and I were "weirded" out by the experience...really really freaky.

Did I go introduce myself? No, I was afraid that if we touched, the universe would end in a cosmic explotion of matter and antimatter

Do I have a twin? I'm adopted, but don't think so. Beside, I was born 1,500 miles away from Birmingham...highly unlikely.