A Lineup of the Usual Suspects
I was in the grocery store, at the prepared foods counter and the server was acting really friendly. It was after work, I was a little tired, so I was looking for something easy to fix. I chose shepherds pie. The pieces were so big that Anne and I could just split one serving. So the server is acting so very friendly, that I manage to raise myself from my end of day lethargy. As she hands me the pie, she says, “Have a good evening, Mr. De Niro.” Then it all clicked, months ago this same serving lady had told me that she thought that I looked like Robert De Niro, the movie actor. Both then and now she had tried to convince her co-worker of this observation. I’m just glad she sees me as the De Niro in Heat and not in The Untouchables. De Niro put on thirty pounds to play Al Capone.
This is not the first time that people have ascribed my likeness to that of someone in show business. During college, my roommate tagged me with the nickname Radar, as in Corporal “Radar” O’Reilly the character of the clerk as played by Gary Burghoff in the TV show Mash. Even further removed in time, the woman that agreed to become my spovely-louse, use to see a likeness in me with the young Dustin Hoffman, young as in Little Big Man. So far these movie star comparisons have been with actors that were at least contemporary. One can only wonder what comparisons await me in my golden years.
John Belushi too.
The “Caveman” from the Geico ad “Even a caveman” comes to mind; what do you think Baird
The lower right likeness makes me think of ‘Amir’ Bin Laden . . .
For years, when I was younger, I was told I looked like “Carrie” (i.e., Cissy Spacek). And once, in high school, like “B-witch” (Elizabeth Montgomery).
Then there was the time I was barreling along through the bowels of the Lydia Mendelssohn Theatre backstage and a special-needs kid from our cast stopped me and said, “You should play the part of the old witch.”
John Belushi, hmmm? What have I unleashed here?
Regarding the comments about the last photo coming from the ‘ons, at least I don’t have any gray hair.
I am not sure about the other “on” but this “on” is proud of each and every diminishing strand of gray hair because “Baby” I earned it.