What possesses a rich guy in his mid 40s to go around looking like Ol’ Man River all the time? Scraggly-ass grunge beard with gray skid-row hairs, which always add a good five or ten years. A dopey-looking gray-knit homie cap, stupid gold-rimmed K-Mart shades, dorky neck chain, etc. Like some would-be poet loser from Tenafly, New Jersey, on a break from his job as a radio taxi dispatcher. The idea is to not look like anyone or anything — I get that — but to make such horrendous choices! Wait — is he wearing sandals?