Everyone thinks Jamie is so damn sweet. Well, I am here to tell you that she has a mean streak lurking just barely beneath the very thinnest of saccharine veneers.
She read the last blog post about doppelgängers and said, ”You left out a few.”
”What do you mean?” I asked.
“You know exactly who I’m talking about.”
Damn it. I do know. The woman has access to the cardboard boxes and plastic crates in the shed and knows that I have a few additional show biz doppelgängers. Ones I’m not as eager to speak about as I was with Peter Fonda and John Lithgow.
First, here’s baby Jimmy and his doppelganger.
That is one happy baby. That being said, I did have a big ol’ Charlie Brown head when I was born. In fact, the first time my dad saw me in the hospital he said words no loving father should ever have uttered. ”God damn it, Helen, I think the kid’s a mongoloid.” Nice.
And now here’s second grade Jimmy and his doppelganger.
That is one butt ugly kid.
Jamie said, ”You should get a childhood photo of Peter Fonda and see if you looked alike as kids.” No such luck. I did. He was a particulary good-looking lad. I’m willing to bet that no one ever compared him to Howdy Doody.
Let’s do an informal poll: Which set of doppelgangers looks the most alike: Jim and Peter Fonda, Jim and John Lithgow, baby Jimmy and Charlie Brown or second-grade Jimmy and Howdy Doody? Leave your answers in the comments or email them to me.