Has Anyone Mistaken You For a Famous Person?

I received an email from someone asking for donation regarding the National Memorial Day Parade in Washington DC on Monday, May 27, 2019 of which he will be the Marshal. My husband being a WWII veteran I sent in a donation in his honor and also because of who sent me the email which brings me to this topic of mistaken identity.

The person soliciting the donation is no other than Lou Holtz, the Notre Dame coach. Since I have never been a football fan, I didn’t know who Lou Holtz was years ago until my husband told me a story when he came home after my son’s soccer game when my son was in grade school.

One of the kids watching the game called his father and said, “Look Dad, there is Lou Holtz.”

Matthew Morgan

A lot of people have mistaken my husband with Lou Holtz. I have no idea how tall Lou Holtz is but my husband is 6’ tall and blond. He used to be reddish blond. I see Lou Holtz is also blond.

When we moved to Charleston, we were at the Charleston Market downtown having a quick snack and people stopped and asked if he was Lou Holtz. He denied it but people did not believe him.

The first time we went to dinner at Hyman Restaurant downtown, we saw a picture of Lou Holtz on the wall. I noticed people stared at my husband and then looked at the wall.

Then when my stepdaughter and her husband together with my three granddaughters came one summer, we took them to Hyman. Lou Holtz’s picture was one of the pictures posted along the stairway. They seated us on a table near the stairway. On the table was carved “Lou Holtz sat here.” I didn’t know if it was intentional or a coincidence that we were seated at that table.

Another time, we were waiting in line outside for a table and the waitress asked for our name and our guests having known the story said, “Holtz like in Lou Holtz.” When they called Lou Holtz, we were taken to the bar and there was a picture of Lou Holtz at one corner of the bar. Customers at the bar looked at my husband and then at the wall and asked if he was Lou Holtz and he said no. They didn’t believe him. When our bill came at the end of our dinner, our guests picked up the tab so the restaurant did not know if he was Lou Holtz or not.

The last time we were at Hyman with my son and his girlfriend, the same thing happened. It was hilarious to the point of totally out of control. It was the worst in my opinion. Two people addressed him as Lou Holtz and asked for my husband’s autograph. They even asked to have their pictures taken with him. It did not make sense to me because Lou Holtz was supposed to broadcast a game the same day in another city. He could not possibly be in Charleston at the same time. People were not thinking.

A waiter must have tipped the owner of the restaurant because he came over to our table and thanked my husband profusely for coming and bringing some friends. I think he really believed he was Lou Holtz. I could not wait to get out of the restaurant. My son paid the bill so it was still a mystery to the restaurant if he was really Lou Holtz. My son’s girlfriend suggested my husband should study Lou Holtz’s biography so he could answer questions intelligently to make it look real. I said, “No!”.

I don’t think I’ll ever set foot at Hyman Restaurant again. At least not with my husband. Of course, with his health condition right now, he can’t go anywhere so that solves that problem.

Will the real Lou Holtz please stand up?

Lou Holtz  Matt at Alex's wedding

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Time for some laughter. I dug this one up from an old blog of mine at activerain.com when I used to blog Friday Funnies on Fridays and Wordless Wednesday on Wednesdays.

 

A man and his ever-nagging wife went to Jerusalem for vacation. While they were there, the wife passed away.

 

The funeral director told the husband. “You can ship her remains home for $5,000 or bury her here in the Holy Land for $200. The husband thought about it.

 

After a while, he told the funeral director that he would like to have the remains shipped home. The funeral director asked, “Why would you spend $5,000 to ship your wife home when it would be wonderful to have her buried here in the Holy Land for only $200?”

 

The husband replied. “Long time ago, a man died here, was buried here, and three days later he rose from the dead. I just can’t take that chance.”

 

Until next time. Keep smiling.

Rosalinda

 

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I was looking for some photos and came across this note. I thought it is worth sharing.

 

A woman brought a very limp duck into a veterinary surgeon. As she laid her pet on the table, the vet pulled  out his stethoscope and listened to the bird’s chest.  

After a  moment or two, the vet shook his head sadly and said; “I’m sorry, your  duck has passed away.”  

The distressed woman wailed, “Are  you sure?”  

“Yes, I am sure. The duck is dead.” replied the vet.  

“How can you be so sure?” she protested. “I  mean you haven’t done any testing on him or anything. He might just be in a coma or something.”  

The vet rolled his eyes, turned around, and left the room.  

He returned a few minutes later with a black Labrador Retriever. As the duck’s owner looked on in amazement, the dog  stood on his hind legs, put his front paws on the examination table, and  sniffed the duck from top to bottom. He then looked up at the vet with sad  eyes and shook his head.   The vet patted the dog on the head and  took it out of the room.  

A few minutes later he returned with a  cat. The cat jumped on the table and also delicately sniffed the bird from  head to foot. The cat sat back on its haunches, shook its head, meowed  softly, and strolled out of the room.  

The vet looked at the woman  and said; “I’m sorry, but as I said, this is most definitely, 100%  certifiably, a  dead duck.”  

The vet turned to his computer  terminal, hit a few keys and produced a bill, which he handed to the  woman.

The  duck’s owner, still in shock, took the bill.     “$200!” she cried. “$200 just to tell me my duck is dead!?”  

The vet  shrugged, “I’m sorry. If you had just taken my word for it, the bill would have been $30, but with the Lab Report and the Cat Scan, it’s  now $200. 

 

Until Next time. Stop and Smell the Roses.

 Rosalinda