I was driving home from the grocery store this afternoon with the windows open and my hair blowing freely in the wind. As I turned the corner onto Old Farm Road North, a teenage boy driving the other direction leaned out the window of his car and yelled to me, "Vanessa! We love your music!"
He had mistaken me for Vanessa Williams: I was driving on the street that leads to her house.
I never expected at age 46 to be mistaken for a former Miss America!