Jeez. I go out to dinner and off-list or a few hours, and miss some timely stuff...
Howard, your long-distance radar is uncanny.
I lost all my hair due to stress (my dear second wife nearly died--twice in two weeks) in mid-1983. Although she recovered and we've both moved on, my hair never did recover. You can imagine the adjustment I went through. I was pretty depressed for a year or two. One Friday evening, I was sitting in a restaurant in Huntington Beach, California, and a pair of young cuties came up and asked me, giggling, for my autograph.
Yep, they thought I was Mr. Garrett. MO was in town and they had just seen them the night before. I demurred (not too quick on my feet then...) and finished my meal, and headed for a record store. I found "Diesel and Dust" and while the resemblance is there, it was an awful dim restaurant...
Peter is 4" taller than I and probably 20 pounds heavier. But my readjustment to a hairless demeanor was helped in a huge way by the comparison with Peter.
Now, 20 years later, some of my students (who weren't even born then, in some cases!) comment on the resemblance.
“I say in speeches that a plausible mission of artists is to make people appreciate being alive at least a little bit. I am then asked if I know of any artists who pulled that off. I reply, 'The Beatles did.”
― Kurt Vonnegut
