Twice this week I saw my Grandpa drive around town. Well, really, no. I have twice seen my Grandpa’s doppelganger. I know he is not my Grandpa because my Grandpa lives in Wonhorseton, Nebraska and would certainly not come to town without calling to have lunch. The man I have seen looks just like my Grandpa: tall, gray hair, wrinkles, similar nose, similar eyes and a strong, pensive expression. I have only seen him driving, but both times I have to reason with myself that the man I see is not my Grandfather.