I made a point of standing in line after Mass on Sunday so I could say hello to Father M- and ask if it had, indeed, been he whom I had greeted last Tuesday on the sidewalk.
It was!
He said, “That was you?”
He must have thought I looked familiar, but just as I was unsure of his identity, out of context, he was unsure of mine.
At least now I wasn’t nuts for thinking it was him! 
