In the ’seventies I really, really wanted to look like Marcia Brady, or maybe Jan, especially after that family vacation in Hawaii episode where they showcased their new boobs and long straight blonde hair. But no, not even a luke-warm ringer. In pure ’tween mortification, my doppelganger was . . . Tyne Daly. What thirteen year old gets linked to Tyne Daly? It started in grade nine after some St. Anne’s boys went to see The Enforcer. “Wow,” says one . . . you look just like that lady cop.” It could have been worse, I guess. I once met a baby who looked like Alfred Hitchcock.
Inspired by Nameless. Photo collage by Roy Schulze.
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