I’m at the gym today. I’m working up a sweat on the elliptical. My mini iPad is in front of me and I’m reading the latest Daniel Silva book. A guy walks behind me. I caught a glance of him. He says, “How’s it going, Ray.” He went on an elliptical machine four machines to my right. I turned and said, “Great, how are you doing?” He replied, “Great.” That all sounds normal, but I didn’t recognize him. I’m really good with remembering names. I couldn’t place him. I didn’t think I ever met the guy. If I didn’t meet him, then why did he sound so familiar to me? My book was exciting, but my brain wanted to solve the mystery of the man 4 ellipticals down from me. I tried not to be too obvious as I glanced his way. I saw a tattoo on his left arm. I looked at his face. I figured it out. I knew who it was. I’ve only known him with his full beard. And, he always wears a ball cap and sweatpants. Today, he was clean shaven, no, I mean zero facial hairs. He wasn’t wearing a ball and he was mostly bald. No sweatpants either. He was wearing workout shorts. When he left I called to him by name. His appearance lay hidden behind a beard and a hat. How often do we hide important aspects of our identity? What are we hiding?