The story of my life, summarized. In my teens I was told I looked like Ryan O'Neal. In my twenties I was a lookalike for Mark Spitz (remember him?). In my thirties, like Sam Elliott (remember him?). In my forties, like a mature Tom Selleck. In my fifties, like Walter Pidgeon. In my sixties onwards, like Jackie Gleason. Now I'm told I'm avatar'ing into Sydney Greenstreet.
Time to go on yet another diet. Lock up the grog cabinet and hide the key, please.
Cameras always long term with me. 1960s, Yashica and Rolleiflex. 1970s, Nikons and Rolleiflex. 1980s, Nikons, Rolleiflex, also various odd-bod expensive cameras I couldn't afford as a callow youth, I was finally into reasonable $$ and had the credit rating o buy them. 1990s, more of the same from the '80s, notably Contax Gs and Hasselblads (the latter a big big big mistake on my part, but heck, it was fun while it lasted). 2000s, mostly Nikons (film) but I offloaded a pile of cameras while the going was good on Ebay. Digital Nikons from 2009. Now thinking about a Leica CL as my final image-baby.
Oh, well. It keeps me going. If only I had stuck with one Rollei, a Nikon (film) and a Nikon (D), the $$ I would have in the bank. Not that I regret all or any of my profligacy, mind you. Just sayin'...