Cut from the same cloth

Kasper and I met a very nice man during our train trip to Fayetteville. A fine Southern gentleman, wearing a suit on a Saturday afternoon, who remarked, "Your boy really favors you, ma'am. I know right away he who he belonged to." And the girls in my store, they say all the time how Kasper looks like me.

And I told everyone, thanks, but I don't really see it.

To me, he looks like Kasper.

Well, OK, in this picture, I see it. I see a whole lot of it - and it's more than a little frightening!