While browsing the posts in the thread where you talk about your screen name, a few folks mentioned "alter ego".
Bear's question: Do you have an alter ego?
Perhaps a side of yourself that only comes out at night? A companion that is always with you but only surfaces on occasion, perhaps via devil hooch?
Yes, the Bear has an alter ego.....
Flash back to Wally Magoo's, a lakeside bar in downtown Toronto. About 1985 or so. Naturally, alcohol was involved. During the course of the day, a couple of use left Magoo's and wandered around a couple of the tourist shops. Inside one (1) shop was a duck head plunger. Cool guy, with a bow tie. Duck head, beady eyes.
"George" exited that shop, forever, and became my companion. We had a ball in Magoo's that afternoon. I actually was so into it that I was going from table to table and, in a duck voice, introducing myself ("Hi. I'm George, the duck plunger; what's your name?") while my master (that Bear guy) looked on.
George re-visited Toronto a few more times, in later years. He was always a riot in his home town.
He also has been a regular visitor to Put-In-Bay. A few years ago a gang of friends was sitting at a big round table at The Beer Barrel Saloon. George was, of course, with us. He had his own chair, naturally.
As "eye candy" would stroll past, George would slowly move his head, watching said "eye candy". Of course, this quacked up (sic) my friends. During one (1) period of time, everybody was either in the rest room or up at the bar getting drinks and the only person sitting at the tables was Katie, my wife. Sitting next to her was George. She was wondering why people were looking at her so strangely, until she remembered that she was seated next to a duck plunger.
One (1) time at "The Bay", George and I went into a very-crowded Roundhouse Bar. It was a huge mob of people, swaying to a great live band, and somebody yelled, "The plumber's here!", in reference to George.
George even earned some beads on his last "Bay" trip. He still has them on, sitting out there in the garage, anxiously awaiting for the next trip. Perhaps a laefest?
Anybody else have any silly alter egos that enable them to be somebody they are not?
Bear at Frosty's