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Frequent flier with same name as fugitive can't escape hassles:
Who is Jose Luis Alvarez?
Jose Luis Alvarez would love to know, because that other Jose has been making his life miserable since 1996.
If that sounds confusing, imagine what it's like to be a regular Joe - which everyone calls him - who gets hauled off to a Miami International Airport detention room after each international business trip because he and a fugitive share the same name and birthday.
......... Three weeks ago, Alvarez wrote to Homeland Security chief Tom Ridge that he has been detained "about 50 times, even after showing the enclosed (Customs) letter to the officer at the passport inspection booth. The inspector at U.S. Passport Control refuses to read the letter or even consider letting me go home. This is just not right.

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