Like others, I have many simultaneous avatars, but others see me as something even beyond.
- When I travelled with long hair, officials at airports thought I was a musician. Alas, I have no musical bones, cant sing, strum, hum or drum.
- One day years ago when I dropped several hundred dollars getting my hair braided in San Diego, the braider --- who came from Africa --- was convinced I was a bollywood actor. Alas, I am a mutt, can't hold an accent, posture or a pause.
- Yesterday, hair thining, holding dry cleaning in my hands, I rode up the elevator with a Mover who asked, "You, a film Director, Man?" Alas, I can't cue or orchestrate, and not meander.