There was a time in my life when I spent an inordinate amount of time on a plane, flying between New York’s JFK and Los Angeles International Airport. I’ve earned over a million miles in American Airlines AAdvantage frequent flier program, and over 800,000 miles in United Airlines mileage plus frequent flier program.
Because of my “elite status” as a frequent flier, I flew in the first class cabin between New York and Los Angeles, and often found myself seated next to celebrities. During one flight, I was surprised to be seated next to the legendary Academy award winning actor Charlton Heston, who was the president of the National Rifle Association at the time.
I remember thinking to myself that “no one is going to believe that you’re sitting next to Moses,” but there I was on board an American Airlines DC-10 seated right next to Ben Hur.
Word spread quickly throughout the aircraft that Heston was onboard the plane, and flight attendant’s were forced to spend a lot of time keeping people out of the premium cabin.
While I recognized that Charlton Heston was a legend because of his long career as an actor in iconic films, I didn’t like his politics. Because I didn’t like his politics, quite frankly I had no interest in chatting with him. Shortly after the flight took off I put headphones on, so that I wouldn't be forced to talk with him.
Heston ordered scotch on the rocks from the flight attendant, and the cabin crew worked hard throughout the flight to keep his glass full of scotch. When the flight attendants started serving meals, an hour into the six hour journey, I took the headphones off, and a seemingly giant hand came toward me, and Heston said “Chuck Heston.” I was polite, and shook Heston’s hand, and introduced myself.
Heston liked to talk about himself, and I listened. One of the most interesting things that Heston shared with me that day, was the fact that he claimed that he was the only person that was asked to run for the US Senate representing California, from both political parties.
One of the most shocking realizations on that flight was the fact that Heston seemed as though he was being held together by tape and rubber bands. He wore an ill fitting wig or toupee, and dentures that seemed to be too big for his head. I thought to myself that if people knew that Heston was bald as a cucumber, that it would hurt his brand and his message.
The only reason I’m writing about my encounter with Heston is because I’ve noticed that Senator Rand Paul (R-KY) wears a wig too, and wonder if we could ever trust a man who wants to be President, that wears a wig.
The bald Newark Mayor Cory Booker won the primary for the Democratic nomination for US Senate in New Jersey, and his Republican opponent is Steve Lonegan, who also wears a wig. Will New Jersey voters overlook this fact, and consider Lonegan as a serious candidate?
While I understand why a man wants to cover his bald pate, I don’t think that voters will trust politicians who wear a wig, because it makes us question what else these follicly challenged men are trying to hide.
What do you think? Can you vote for a candidate that wears a wig?
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