Impersonation Stories

You wouldn’t think twice about Dan if you passed him in the Food Giant Supermarket parking lot. By every account, he was just a plain-looking man in his early forties, broad shoulders going soft around the edges, salt creeping into the stubble along his jaw. He was the friendly sort who would wave at everyone he passed, whether he knew them or not. Most folks in the little Mississippi town where he lived said Dan was soli...