Some say I look like Alfred E Newman.

Who did I look like?
My senior year 1962 and only eighteen years old.
Standing in a bank teller line behind a petite woman with a pixie hair cut wearing black leotards and body tights she kept turning around and looking up at me with her round child-like face. Was I standing too close to her? There were about six or eight people ahead in a slow-moving line. But anyway, she appeared like she just came from a modern dance class or gym. It was not often one would see a smallish adult woman in line at a bank wearing a black exercise body suit. But she still kept glancing up at me but I kept my distance. However, I must explain this was the Bank of America on Hollywood boulevard in downtown tensile town. You could possibly see most anything ordinary as well as the bazaar on Hollywood Boulevard. I had just gotten off the Hollywood bus coming from the downtown L A transfer station and needed some change for a 20-dollar bill. My destination was my cousins apartment on Wilcox in Hollywood. Escaping my parents home for the weekend. Something I did about once a month hoping to escape parental conscription. Not wanting to be called to yard and lawn duty.
One cousin was a postal worker delivering the daily mail and the other a sack boy at a local super market. A couple of real live wires. Cough cough. Well, they at least had a good sense of humor and were willing to adventure around the L A west side with me. But I kept thinking about the little pixie woman and her need to stare at me.
On another occasion I was visiting my parent’s home on the east side and had the opportunity to visit a social gathering and this young Latina woman came up to me and said I recognize you are you a movie star? No, not a movie star. But you look so familiar, she said. Nope, not me. I had many others in the past mention the same. Asking myself, who do I look like? Charlton Heston? Tony Curtis? Bette Davis maybe? What celebrity wears big black framed glasses like me except Mr. Peabody of the Sherman and Mr. Peabody cartoon fame.
Later when in school college girls would come up to me and pop the question. Do I know you? Your face is so familiar. I was tempted to say, yes, I’m your long-lost lover. But, no I would not do that.
I could gfo on and on but I won’t. I’m really a nobody. So, end of story. Fade to black.