Grossed out

In my post about Satyagraha, I forgot to mention the most entertaining thing to happen at the show: At the second intermission, a woman asked me if I was Terry Gross. Now this is what Terry Gross looks like, and above is what I look like. Fine, so I was wearing my red glasses that day, but still…

In retrospect, I should have answered that indeed, I was Terry Gross. Oh, the French accent? That's my regular voice, but put me in front of a mike and it's as if I become someone else—that's the magic of radio! Then I should have said that I'd autograph her program in exchange for a pledge, which I would happily hand-deliver to NPR. Just make it out to "cash."