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They say we all have a " double "............once when I was a little girl I met a clone of my mother, it was both awesome and SCARY...

Here are a few...

Hillary Clinton and Shirley Jones...

LBJ and Golda Meier...

Leona Helmsley and Edward G.Robinson...

Paul McArtney and an old woman ( forgive me Paul )

Sean Penn and John Lennon...

ABC's Elizabeth Vargas looks like her cohort Geo Stephfanopoulos in drag...

Jack Benny and Maggie Smith...

can you think of any?

Me and Kryptonite
Suzy and The lead singer for Jefferson Airplane(Wild, dashing, and with the same
penetrating eyes(and brows). I got it!!! You are Grace Slick!!!!!!!!!!!!!! one pill makes
you big and one pill makes you small, and the ones that Wavy Gravy gives you send
you into orbit, like you're ten feet tall. Did you know............That Ms. Slick was invited
to the White House when Mr. Dick was Prez. Her date? Abbie Hoffman, who was on the lam, after being convicted in Chicago for inciting riots at DNC held in Chicago summer of 1968. Gracie swears Mr. Dick didn't recognize Honest Abbie because he was made
up to look like a mob hit man. If Abbie had been made up to look like a million dollars
in small, unmarked bills, Mr. Dick would have known him anywhere.

Thanks for the complement N.H.!...I'm really very flattered...........I've always loved Jefferson Airplane!...( particularly her rendition of " somebody to love " )...

Mebbe I AM Grace Slick, you'll just hafta keep wondering...

Where did you live in Mexico? Hoffman lammed it to Mexico for a while. He even got
plastic surgery. He was committed. He decided to come back(he says) when a gringo
recognized him on the street and asked him how he was. He came back, but paid
an American plastic surgeon to do the surgery. He worked as a planner for the Water
Department in a town north of NYC for awhile. After a year, he outed himself and
lived happily ever after. Actually he wrote books about the wonders of capitalism and
lectured and was a regular guy. I heard him speak in a small town near SF, New Mexico. He was very articulate and quick witted. My enduring memories of him were
his radical politics. He led the occupation of Columbia University and nominated the
Pig for President in Chicago. Before he died he spoke of his newfound friend(capitalism) and how wrong he had been about its victimization(creation, actually) of the underclass. BLAHBLAHBAH. Aren't you glad you asked? I haven't seen
Gracie's name in the news lately. Wonder what she's up to. I'm going thru Freako like
prunes through a goose. One of the authors admits that it's a novelization of history
kinda sorta. Yo vive para varios anos en un pueblo al lado pacifico. En el estado Oaxaca. Muy amable, bonita, y barato. Y tu? Donde vives en Mejico? El arbol Tule?
Guanajuato? Vaya bien y legumbres con arroz.

Me gusta Guanajato, stayed at a lovely Hacienda there............vivi en Acapulco and the D.F...pero hace mucho tiempo....mis ninas hablan espanol perfectamente !.....se me olvida casi todo, me falta practicar............missed Oaxaca...........are the shrooms really that great? heeeheee...

Visited Vera Cruz while working there doing a Ford auto tv commercial ( it ran forever ) spent a lot of time in Cuernavaca, remember the hotel w/the strolling Peacocks? " Memphis comes to Mexico "...............saw Mazatlan BEFORE it became Mazatlan...Puerto Vallarta, Queretaro, Taxco, San Miguel Allende etc...

Saw about 90% of the country.....last trip was to Guadalahara and the lake area, Ajijic ............Adore the ppl, food music etc...

lucky dog Bighuey lives there now...

vaya con bueno suerte..

Katy Perry and Zoey Deschanel

The resemblance is uncanny!

lolol, I get that Hannah...good one!

I threw in Guanajuato to see if you were a tourist or a traveler. Tu eres vagabunda
mija! We went there to go to El Museo de las Mummias. Weird,huh? I guess if the family
doesn't pay the burial fee(or whatever it's called) the graveyard exhumes the body. Never
got to Cuernavaca. When I was still traveling in Mexico, there was no airport in Cuernavaca. After our first trip there in 1974, I refused to ride another bus in Mejico
(of a distance more than 50 miles.) A friend of mine goes to C once a year for the spas
and health food regimen. Lowry wrote Under the Volcano there. My first wife and I honeymooned in Puerto Angel(we didn't know we were on our honeymoon til we got there). Even after we divorced, I returned almost every year(from 1974 to 2004). I had
good friends down there(most of them drank themselves to death on mezcal) and a lot
of memories. It was a spartan life and I got too old for it. Que lastima!
Las Ongas están fuerzas. We picked them out of the cow pies after it rained. If they turned purple, you knew you were in for a good time. Originally, Puerto Angel was
built for the coffee industry. They haul it in trucks now. They have a Navy base there
now. But no boat. They are marineros sin barcos!

I hear ya! I would have never left but for my desire to find a husband and a father for my girls...

W/all due respect Mexican men make the best boyfriends butt the worst husbands.........

I have this funny quirk, I'm a one man woman w/traditional values............

You wanna have gals on the side, I can't be yours.............why bother getting married ?..

Btw, I googled that tree in Oaxaca UNREAL!...I bet you have a million photos of it...

Hasta luego!..........

El Tule has an important place in the history of Mejico. Mostly pre-Columbian Mejico.
The Zapotecas consider it the umbilical cord to Mother Earth. It's huge! It's in a wide spot in the road on the way to Monte Alban, the pyramids built by the indigenous
people a long time ago. There's just a cafe and banos and El Tule in the middle of nowhere. Muy amable. Of course, I saw a different side to los hombres mejicanos. The
people I befriended were more Indian than Spanish. And too poor to "keep" a woman
on the side. They were pescadores. They fished until the eldest son was able to take
over day to day operations of the biz(didn't sink the boat) and then partnered con El
Mezcaluco hasta muerto. Not all of them lost their love affair with the grape, but the ones who did more than made up for the ones who didn't. The Oaxaca valley is the most prolific sector of the mezcal/tequila industry. It's actually a very smooth concoction when the proper methodologies and recipes are applied. But the stuff they drank was the equivalent of white lightning: It was 200 proof and nestled inside a 55
gallon drum. Is there any better way to prepare yourself to meet your Maker? Borrachos y Companeros, Vamonos!!!!!!!
El Senor Hyphen could hold his own. A good friend of mine, the town's Patriarch, ran out
out of luck one day. He'd been drinking, slipped on a wet tile, and crushed his skull. He
went into a coma and never recovered consciousness. At the funeral his closest tiburones con pantalones waited for the amateurs to leave, and then drank to his
memory. Our service was held at the gravesite. A liter of mescal("the good stuff". It had
probably been fermented for a week) made the rounds. The crowd of 5 thinned out
rather quickly. After half an hour, there were only two "mourners" still singing the departed's praises: Myself and el alcalde del pueblo, Benito. The liter now measured
one third liter. Benito was about to puke. His face was drawn and he had beads of sweat
on his brow. He tried to spit, but he couldn't. It was his turn and I held the bottle under
his nose. 'Nito, es su torno. Recuerdas nuestro hermano, Jaimito? Su memoria, eh? Tome
su racion, hombre, ya!" He began to pass out. Before he fell, I grabbed him and propped him against the grave next to Jaime's. I took a deep breath after I stood up. "Wow,
I'm drunk!" I laughed. I was still a keen observer of the human condition. Tomas, the
grave keeper, stood just 10 feet away. "Tomas, ayudame! Tengo mucho mezcal en la
botella. Tercero litro. Maestro, un favor. No puedes salir hasta la botella es completa.
Es la ley, hombre!" Tomas was mortified. He didn't drink or smoke or chinga mujeres.
He just opened and closed Pantheon whenever someone was buried. I caught his eye.
"Look at me, Tomas. This is a great day. My friend Jimmy is going to heaven. He's
probably already there! And this is what I gotta do." I hoisted the opening of the
bottle to my lips and drained it. I started to stagger on the way to the Entrada. When
I got to the heavy gates of the Entrada, I threw my head back and looked at Tomas.
"What are you going to tell the World, Tomas? Contestame!. Que pasa orita?" For the
first time in all the years I'd known him, Tomas grinned. It was the grin of a fellow
conspirator. "Que pasa? La verdad pasa. Maestro Nato espero un buen viaje para su amigo, Jaime. El tome mezcal. El tome como El Campion!!!" "Yer goddam right I did!
I said goodbye to Jimmy and I drank like a Champion!!!!!!!"
From that day forward, I was Campion(Champion). Tomas spread the word far and wide.
I knew I wasn't champion of anything, but that didn't matter. I was forming friendships
that would never die.

The Joker (Jack Nicholson) and Cameron Diaz

very interesting N.H.!...how lucky we are to have these special memories...

on the money P.R.!...I'VE ALWAYS THOUGHT THAT CAMERON LOOKS LIKE A GUY IN DRAG...

Harry Truman, and Dick Cheney...

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Christina Aguilar and Gwen Stefani...

Julia Roberts and Conrad Veidt in The Man Who Laughs (Google it!)

lolol, they both have the same mouth/smile ( like the Holland Tunnel...)

Phyllis Diller and Elaine Stritch...

@suzy: Truman and Cheney. Are you daft? You must be. Cheney and a horse's ass
with his tail off center. Represents a comb over or receding hair line. I've been neglecting this thread. Here goes: suzy and key lime pie, and happy hour at elaine's(don't tell me she's dead ELAINE WILL NEVER DIE,EVER.), cowbells in the morning, in the evening, cowbells at supper time,
the bristol stomp, the locomotion, Miss America, fresh water, AND everything that's
good about anything. All of that is YOU, sweetums!