A number of people have mistaken me for others, since I have a very common name.  I have assembled a list of possible alternative identities below.  If you are looking for another William Jones, perhaps you will find him here:

I am not this artist.

I am not a dancer, either.

I don’t write science fiction.

I have never run for Governor of California. 

I am not a twin, nor do I make realistic carvings of fish. 

I am not this photographer.

Nor am I this photographer. 

Nor would I write or utter the phrase “I am allergic to free.”

And I am not this photographer, either. 

I am not a chastity belt designer.

It is not I, but I do take public transportation. 

I've never painted a carriage, either. 

I don’t believe in UFOs.

I don’t teach at Cambridge.

I was never Secretary of the Navy.

I do not have a home in Georgia.

And I did not serve in the Confederate Army.

I have no connection to Johnny Appleseed.

I am not fiery, either.

I did not write The Scholar Armed Against the Errors of the Times.

I cannot claim authorship of Quaker Campaigns in Peace and War, either.  

Nor did I write this lovely book with a gold stamped binding.

These are not my paintings at the Tate Gallery.

I am not a member of the NZ Master Monumental Masons Association. 

I suppose Sir William could be my most distinguished ancestor.

If that were the case, his father would be an ancestor, too.

I cannot speak Welsh.

And I was never mayor of Bootle. 

Could the first Native American anthropologist be a relative?

This possible ancestor was executed on July 26, 1693.

Here is another nefarious character, this one a Canadian. 

This is not my mug shot.

There are still more possibilities.