A Boris Yeltsin look-alike.

I want to visit Russia some day. Because I’m curious. About Russians. But also because I look like a Russian, or so I’m told. I’d like to walk down Russian streets and be mistaken for a Russian. I look at pictures of Russians. And ask myself, “Do I really look like them?’ Seems to me that Russians have many varied looks. My Italian true love says I look a little like Boris Yeltsin. I hope not. Because he’s dead.   Of course, she meant an alive Boris. I think. Once upon a time I was accused of being the king of Sweden. Incognito. Similar looks again. But that was 30 years ago. Before I blossomed into a handsome Russian caricature.  Makes me wonder, too, if Sweden’s monarch has aged into a Boris look-alike. –Jim Broede