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My life as a celebrity: Mistaken for Scott St. John & Paul Molitor

- January 31st, 2013

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An undated photograph of Paul Molitor, courtesy of entertainment.howstuffworks.com 

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An undated photograph of Scott St. John, courtesy of scottstjohn.com

After Wednesday night’s magnificent St. Lawrence String Quartet concert at First-St. Andrew’s United Church, a woman approached JBNBlog with purpose in her eyes.

Such encounters do not always begin, end or middle well. In this case, a song came into my heart. The woman asked, intensely & yet lightly, where had that blond-haired boy gone.

In head-swivelling puzzlement, I looked about . . . where was this suddenly important blond kid … heading out the exit, rolling in the pews. Nope.

Ah, she said. “You’re Scott St. John, aren’t you?”

Bliss. You can see why she made the mistake. Scott is taller, much younger, more handsome, has fine eyewear & cool hair . . . but hey JBNBlog will take it.

We joked about my inability to play the violin before or after my blond days (actually red-head for me) & she went gracefully off to meet the real Scott.

Blushing with pride, JBNBlog was reminded of a previous encounter . . . back in the day on the LFP baseball beat c. 1985, a walk to the gates at Milwaukee’s old County Stadium was soundtracked by a young lad’s cry of “Molly, Molly.”

A program & pen was in his hand.

It became clear the young Wisconsin autograph seeker had mistaken me for the hometown Brewers Hall of Famer Paul Molitor.

Again, you can see why.

In that case, I couldn’t disappoint the earnest lad & so scrawled “Paul Molitor” to the best of my ability . . . say it ain’t so, JBNBlog. It’s so — it just seemed the right thing to do.

At this rate, another celeb mistaken ID is due about when I’m about 88 — whoever it is, he (or she, well why not?) will have to be a good one to keep company with Scott and Molly.

On a different note, isn’t it terrific one-half of the world-class SLSQ (Scott & Geoff Nuttall) grew up in London . . . & also terrific that the quartet has now played the 350 Queens Ave. church seven times. Seven times.

Who says lightning, sweet, uplifting, creative lightning, doesn’t strike in the same place . . . seven times.

 

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