It bothered me for several days, but I finally figured who my new daughter, Noelle, looks just like: Paul Sorvino! How sweet is that?! This particular photo of her may not represent the likeness as well as it could, but trust me—every time we wake her up or take her off the breast, it’s all Sorvino. Jealous much? Naturally, her mother and I could not be more thrilled.
You might say that Paul Sorvino and I have a bit of a history, which makes the resemblance all the more special. Well, not so much a history, but my father-in-law and I did sit one booth away from him in an ice cream shop in Stowe. He scolded his grandchildren the entire time. I even tried to follow him into the bathroom, just so I could say that I peed next to Paul Sorvino, but alas, it was one of those one stall/one urinal jobs. I heard Paul Sorvino pee, though! Good healthy stream for an older gentleman, I might add.
So, since I’m supposed to be the music guy for Highgate, I figure I oughta tie at least one song into the post. I’ll leave you with a download of “Jump Into the Fire,” so you can envision that glorious scene in Goodfellas where a very paranoid, very strung out Ray Liotta drives around selling guns, outrunning the narc helicopter, and worrying about his brother stirring the spaghetti sauce.