One of the most exciting things to happen to me on the tour thus far is that I met Justin, who may or may not be my half-brother! How is it that possible, you ask? No, it's not that my mother managed to lose track of who my father is. Well, actually...that's exactly what it is! She was artificially inseminated and over the years the documentation of who my donor-father is has been lost. We *think* we know which one of the two contenders she chose, but I've actually been tested with two different donor-kids, ONE of whom I should have definitely tested positively with, and both came back negative. So, at the moment, until I can afford to do more extensive testing, it's kind of a mystery. BUT, Justin is the child of the dude I'm pretty sure is my father, and we have some eerie similarities and a lot of strong connections. We've been emailing over the past couple of years, but actually came face-to-face for the first time here in Tempe, where Justin lives. It was a surreal experience! See what you think. The bald pic of Justin when he was younger is especially telling, I think...