Apparently, Phil Spector tried to evade justice by disguising himself as my great-aunt Syl and slipping through the cops’ fingers.
“Hands off, O’Clancy–that ain’t Phil Spector, it’s just some old Jewish lady from Queens!”
I understand the man is…odd.
Eve, did Aunt Syl use to sell accessories suitable for women of a certain age, like hats and purses, upstate? I swear I recognize her if she looks like that picture of Phil!
I swear: the hair, the velvet-collared “Jackie” coat, the glasses . . . if he were wearing rouge circles and bright pink lipstick, even Uncle Meyer couldn’t tell him from Aunt Syl.
Is that a choker around his neck?
Now who does that remind me of …hmmm?