Many years ago, I was a loyal patron of the Rodeo Bar. if you were too, you know there was a Janis Joplin portrait, and an Elvis rug, hanging on the walls nearest the stage. And for a while, there was a picture of me behind the bar. My boss at the production studio where I worked decided to have a photo shoot so we could have some arty shots of the staff in the office, with everyone making duck faces, as was the custom at the time.
The photographer decided to shoot some solo stuff, for fun, and a couple of weeks later he presented me with a framed 16 X 20 of me, posing with chin on hand, like a book jacket photo. I went to the Rodeo Bar after work, carrying the picture, and the bartender hung it behind the bar. For a couple of months, I enjoyed seeing myself on the wall. I pointed it out to people a few times, and no one believed it was me (I look different with neat hair and full makeup, as does everyone).
One day someone stole a bunch of stuff - the Janis Joplin, the Elvis, and me. I like to think I'm part of a shrine somewhere.