I sat there mesmerized thinking we could be twins. Same Roman nose, same eyes, same eyebrows, same Italian look. I found out later, he's about six years younger. It was a weird experience. I examined his every move and thought that's me up there! Then when the movie was over and we walked out into the lobby, I wondered if the people were just being polite by not rushing me for an autograph.
For a while, when I would see Assante on the screen, I noticed he had put on a little weight, as did I, and we stopped being twins. People never did rush me or girls throw panties.
Lately, I find myself looking like someone else. My Father!
That's me or is that my father? I see him in quick glances in the mirror, I see him in my thumbs and the way I move my hands. We both, even, drove school buses. Dad was just chosen as Multnomah County's Volunteer of the Year. He works with Elders In Action, preparing the road for the Baby Boomers. We are both involved in our communities trying to move opinions and politicians.
I took some online test once that said I would die at 68! Dad is going to be 87. I hope I'm like my father and stick around for quite a few more years.
