IT'S BEEN SAID THAT EACH OF US HAS A TWIN...SOMEWHERE.
While working in New York City, I crossed “paths” with someone I admired greatly. In my thirties (I call those my brown hair days), I was often told I resembled a former
first lady. I didn’t particularly notice a similarity until one spring afternoon in 1981.
As a spokesperson for a public relations firm on Madison
Avenue, I was exposed to one of New York City’s most preferred neighborhoods. That particular day, crossing the street during my lunch break, a black limousine pulled directly in front of me, blocking my ascent to the curb. I had no choice but wait.
Car doors opened and an entourage of black-suited men jumped out to encircle the smartly-dressed woman exiting the back seat.
Glancing in my direction, the woman looked startled. She stood there, boldly staring at my face and—for a second—seemed about to speak. For what felt like minutes, she looked at me—I looked at her and—at
almost the same time, we smiled. Flanked on all sides by the men in black, she turned to walk up the brick steps leading to one of the city’s most stately Brownstones. I watched as one of the men, obviously secret service, opened the home’s massive
Before stepping inside, the famous woman turned to look back and stare at me—one more time. Smiling at each other, again, I knew
exactly what she was thinking; I was thinking the same thing: “Yes, we do share a resemblance.”
Before turning to go inside, Jackie Bouvier Kennedy
Onassis smiled, waved—and blew me a big kiss.