tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414826739553623574.post7147546831083072003..comments2024-03-26T16:06:54.317-04:00Comments on Reflections From The Bell Curve: That's Me You Don't See In That Brochure Pat Bartonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15461263795359198289noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414826739553623574.post-41824349615692943802018-05-15T07:54:55.348-04:002018-05-15T07:54:55.348-04:00Ha ha! I had a good laugh at that one! My poor hu...Ha ha! I had a good laugh at that one! My poor husband Jim suffered a similar experience when our younger daughter Joanne booked an acting job for a Jonas Brothers promo years ago. Jim was asked to be filmed on location at that same pizzeria in north Jersey. After the shoot with his daughter, Jim was cut from the commercial.<br />Then, years later, Joanne won a major beauty pageant. Jim would proudly show her official headshot to anyone who expressed interest. Invariably the stranger would look at the tiara-bedecked photo of Joanne, study Jim’s face in real time and say, “Your wife must be very beautiful.” Poor guy - Jim resembled the actor Walter Matthau in his prime. This became one of those jokes that he didn’t find amusing; when Jim and I were together in public and the beauty queen subject arose, I would point to Jim and insist, “He’s the father. I swear!”<br />It’s the genetic lottery, Pat. You gotta be in it to win it and I would say you’ve done quite well.<br />We’ve “grown accustomed to your face.” -from My Fair LadyAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18296034403405438438noreply@blogger.com