Many of us, at one time or another, have been told that we look like someone famous. Usually – but not always – we are flattered to think that we bear a resemblance to a household name or face.
It happened to me back in the early 1990s, when George H.W. Bush was president. While traveling in Egypt, I was mistaken for President Bush. I remember visiting a magazine shop in a Cairo hotel and having the proprietor exclaim, “Mr. Boosh, Mr. Boosh!” He knew I was just a look-alike, but he was enjoying the moment as, I’ll admit, was I.
Recently, I had occasion to recall those balmy days when I might have had a short-lived career as a presidential stand-in (not exactly the ideal job, I suppose, being a Secret Service decoy). My reminiscence produced the following poem.
Sometimes my friends will say it’s true
That I look just like you-know-who.
And then I’ll blush, yet, smiling wide,
Turn to give them my best side.
Yet, sad I’d be if that were all
I left behind at “one clear call.”*
My life must have something in it
Besides those famous 15 minutes.
Proud VIP or king would-be –
Both want a lasting legacy.
Some look-alikes are here to stay –
I just got news that made my day.
It seems the man who shares my chin
(You know, my big shot, bigwig twin)
To gain immortal fame, you see,
Now tells the world he looks like me!
* From “Crossing the Bar” by Alfred Lord