Thanks, Rowdy

When I was a kid, I had a questionable reason to thank Clint Eastwood. Read about it (here).

 

Thanks, Rowdy

 

The children I grew up with were not always kind, especially when their attention fell on short chubby kids like me who talked too much. Making matters worse, I had a peculiarity that prompted additional ridicule, a birthmark on my upper lip. When I was a kid, one of the popular Smith twins across the street commented that my birthmark reminded her of the one on Marilyn Monroe’s cheek. Her comment was overheard and before long everyone was calling me Marilyn, even my best friend Ricky Delgado.

Read here how another celebrity came to my rescue.