So there I am, weary and travel-worn, standing at the airport waiting to get on a plane to fly home to Austin for the weekend. I’m bleary-eyed and depleted after a week of back-to-back performances on our continuing USO tour. The guy next to me nudges me and points to this huge USO poster on the wall next to the check-in counter. “That dude looks just like you,” he says, chuckling. “Man, he could be your twin.
I nod, smiling. “Wow it sure does, eh.”
And it was me by golly. (But I didn’t tell him.)