Understandably, a lot of people look at me, then look again, and then tell me I look familiar. Just a short while ago, a gal at Starbucks was sure I had been a high school teacher of hers. Last week a guy asked me if I'd been in the real estate business. (We've purchased two houses and sold one...does that count?)

But the one that's cracked me up for years now, is when people mistake me for a certain guy who works at another Spokane TV station:

"Hey Dan," or "How's it goin' Dan-o?" they'll ask. Then they'll inquire about my (Dan's) family, or ask me why I don't have more than six questions... They're always a little embarrassed when I set them straight, but really, there's no need to be. It turns out the same thing happens to Dan.

Dan and I were playing golf one day a few years ago. We compared notes and discovered that this mistaken identity thing was happening to each of us as often as once a week. People like to ask Dan how he's able to work so well with his wife. I advised him to be very careful about how he answers that question—not for my sake, but for his.

These days I'm noticing that more people are calling me Dan while I'm wearing a cap. That's because, for the past several years, my hair has been turning steadily gray, while Dan's hair has maintained its mostly-dark hue. The next time we play golf, I'm going to ask Dan about this disparity, and I know what he'll say: “You're the one who works with his wife.”