Well, two days in a row, someone has asked, “Do you watch Breaking Bad?”
The inference is that I look like Bryan Cranston, the star of the hit show.
Frankly, I just don’t see it.
I’ve been accused of looking like several people in my lifetime. Mr. Seelbrede always said I looked like Wally Cox as a kid, and called me Mr. Peepers.
In the early seventies, with the cap, the round glasses, and the 42 inch wide bell-bottoms, I was mistaken for one of the Seals and Crofts guys, Crofts, I think.
Again, I really don’t see it. And I’m quite sure that the autograph seeker at the trendy/hippie clothing store in Dayton was one toke over the line. And besides, Seals and Crofts were in town playing at UD Arena or Memorial Hall or some such place.
I signed the autograph anyway.
It happens all the time. I hear, “…you look just like…” my brother in law, a friend, the ax-murderer down the street, whatever.
I suppose we all have a twin out there, I just seem to have many.
Frankly, I think it’s the bald thing.
We do not all look alike!
Some people just rock bald better than others.