After a few more minutes of staring, she got up and walked over to the table and said, "I don't want you to think that I was staring at you..." (Why do people who have been staring at you always start conversations that way?) "... I don't know if you've ever had anyone tell you this before, but you look just like Richard Dreyfuss... I mean a young Richard Dreyfuss, like in Jaws."
I smiled and laughed and told her that I have, indeed, had many people tell me that I look like Dreyfuss. That's true, though more of them peg me as a The Goodbye Girl Dreyfuss rather than a Jaws Dreyfuss, especially when I'm sitting in bed playing my guitar. Apparently, this time, my inner saltiness was showing through.
At any rate, I expect that there is a village somewhere in Germany, or perhaps Switzerland, where the Dreyfusses and my ancestors lived and intermarried for generations. I can't prove it, but something tells me that it just might be so. Go ahead and take a look at these pictures and make up your own mind.
Dreyfuss (on the right) during filming of Jaws.
Or maybe not quite...