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He Said, "There You Are."

March 23, 2004

Listened to the show Saturday and it was not bad. I was laughing right off the bat. Apparently someone in the crowd bore a strong resemblance to the President, and Mr. Keillor asked that person to stand, and the audience laughed and clapped. There's something both exciting and unsettling in being told you resemble someone else. A man at a bookstore approached me some time ago and said how I remind him of Charlotte Rampling and I said I didn't know who she was. He smiled and said it was a compliment.

Well I got home and you can bet I was on my computer as soon as the kids were in bed. I Googled Charlotte and there she was at the Toronto Film Festival a few years back, sitting upright in a chair with a handsome man on her left gazing at her in pure adoration (or boredom -- I'm not sure). The resemblance is there, though she is a bit older than I like to think I look and she has a serenity about her which I can only dream about. Not that it matters much. The next person would say I don't look like her at all, that I look more like the old Betty Crocker, or a woman named Lucy who works at the Pump 'N Munch in Rochester, or Johnny Cash had he been born a woman.

Just for the heck of it, I Googled Mr. Sundberg, and there he was -- next to a list of upcoming motivational speaking events -- in a navy suit and the striped tie I bought for him on the clearance table at the store formerly known as Daytons. If I had to say, I think Mr. Sundberg looks a bit like William Hurt, the actor. (The one who swam with Marlee Matlin in Children of a Lesser God.) But Mr. Sundberg is a bit huskier, and I like his smile better. He looks like himself, really. Which we all do, when it comes down to it. And when Mr. Sundberg walked in that night after I'd been Googling for several hours, he said, "There you are." And he didn't mean Charlotte Rampling.

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