NW Portland, Food Front Coop, Greg the cashier: "Hi friend!" (I've never seen him before here.) "You look like John Lennon."

Portland, PSU streetcar stop, raining, drunken man holding beer in left hand in plastic bag: a 6-minute beer monologue waiting for the tram

Portland, bus #77, Louise the smoking old lady: she had a perm and twirled the cigarette between her fingers anticipating her stop.

When five people in two days tell me I look exactly like John Lennon, it's time to spring into action. Where did you see me?