On a long-ago summer Saturday, I visited a collectibles store near Wrigley Field. I was thumbing through a bin of photographs and magazine covers, and was startled by a celebrity image that was eerily familiar.
I reached for my wallet and beelined to the register and brought the picture home. I called my younger brother to see if he or our father had my middle school pictures.
I described the photo I was looking for and I received it in the mail a few days later. I mounted it on a presentation board next to the celebrity photo I’d purchased and showed them to a senior art director co-worker.
Bobby Sherman and Me
We examined the photos as if we were forensic detectives. After a few moments, he pulled out a ruler and measured the shirt collars in both photos and said: “They are an exact match. Bobby Sherman is indeed your father!”