Identities
So I am often mistaken for being someone who I am not. This happened a few times earlier today at the march downtown as we walked down MLK Drive. The parade was memorable and cool. But there was a few funny incidents that happened. This is only just a few of the incidents.
First someone thought I was security. It was kids. I am often mistaken for a cop. I was wearing a topcoat, a fedora, rubber soled leather shoes, a suit and a tie. I smiled, waved shook my head no and told them not to count on me for keeping any sort of peace. I guess I look like a cop.
Then I was chatting with Dawn Majors. She is a photographer from the PD. A guy came up to me and asked if I was a reporter. Thank goodness she was there, for all I did was say no and point to her. I guess I look like a reporter too.
Then an older man came up next to me. He was probably 65, maybe older. Seemingly nice fella. Wearing a top coat, nice fedora. Looked sharp, but not quite City Hall sharp. More old man sharp. A pretty common look that day.
He asked me if I was Mike McMillan.
I immediately smiled and said no.
That was a first. I was mistaken for the former midtown/northside Alderman, and new License Collector. Funny. I don't think I look all that like him. He is very light skinned and all, but I am Irish pale. Almost pink, especially in the bitter cold. I guess both Mike and I are both big kids with baby faces and dress sharp. But considering the politics of this town, this mistaken identity was pretty amusing.
I guess I look like a northside alderman.
First someone thought I was security. It was kids. I am often mistaken for a cop. I was wearing a topcoat, a fedora, rubber soled leather shoes, a suit and a tie. I smiled, waved shook my head no and told them not to count on me for keeping any sort of peace. I guess I look like a cop.
Then I was chatting with Dawn Majors. She is a photographer from the PD. A guy came up to me and asked if I was a reporter. Thank goodness she was there, for all I did was say no and point to her. I guess I look like a reporter too.
Then an older man came up next to me. He was probably 65, maybe older. Seemingly nice fella. Wearing a top coat, nice fedora. Looked sharp, but not quite City Hall sharp. More old man sharp. A pretty common look that day.
He asked me if I was Mike McMillan.
I immediately smiled and said no.
That was a first. I was mistaken for the former midtown/northside Alderman, and new License Collector. Funny. I don't think I look all that like him. He is very light skinned and all, but I am Irish pale. Almost pink, especially in the bitter cold. I guess both Mike and I are both big kids with baby faces and dress sharp. But considering the politics of this town, this mistaken identity was pretty amusing.
I guess I look like a northside alderman.
posted by Steven Fitzpatrick Smith at 2:22 AM
7 Comments:
Great post. It reminds of those comparisons between Thomas Crone and Colin Powell.
Jeff Smith and Allen Iverson.
I guess the term "sharp" is up for interpetation.
I think old men definitely have a look that can look sharp
The person who originally pointed out my uncanny resemblance to Colin Powell was then-SLDC'er, now 6th Ward Aldermanic candidate, Christian Saller.
This note should in no way be considered an endorsement of his campaign, nor or his ability to peg celebrity look-alikes.
you of all people should know that he's not a northside alderman, he is the license collector. duh!
ajay
'sup, d'onofrio?
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