A little while ago, I called Stan Freberg about something and I happened to ask him if he'd sold a lot of autographed books at the Hollywood Collectors Show over the weekend. He said yes, he had. Then the following exchange ensued…
ME: Too bad you can't go deposit all that money. Banks closed.
FREBERG: Oh? Why?
ME: Columbus Day!
FREBERG: Oh, yeah. We going out on that joke?
ME: No, we do reprise of song. That help but…
BOTH OF US: …not much!
If you don't get the reference, don't worry about it. But if you do, you know why I feel like Woody Allen's character at the end of Play It Again, Sam. I've waited my whole life to say it.