Mr. Big Head

There was a commotion, hard to describe, but the word "Dustin" was coming out of many mouths and heads looking over the balcony.

It was summer, hot and steamy, and we were in the second-level bleachers watching a Reds game. There was a commotion, hard to describe, but the word _Dustin_ was coming out of many mouths and heads looking over the balcony.

Of course, curiosity gets the best of us, and I looked, too—just in time to see a tiny little leathery-tanned man with a huge head and messy black hair climbing the steps under us. That's Dustin Hoffman? He looked like a freaky doll. I guess a big head must be a prerequisite for becoming a movie actor. The camera loves the big face.

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