Digging into the vault is fun.
When I was in my very early 20s, this girl who I dated and I played this celebrity lookalike game.
Whenever we saw someone who looked like a celebrity, one of us would say, "Hey, there's Nell Carter" or "Don't look now, but Kirk Cameron is shopping in Target."
One day, we were eating lunch at this Hamburger Hamlet in West Hollywood, on the extreme West end of the Sunset Strip. I looked up from my lunch to see this totally goofy looking guy, with a stupid mullet, parachute-y muscle pants, and a corduroy hat that had "Someone in Tennessee Loves Me" embroidered on the front.
"Hey," I said, "There's Chuck Norris wearing a 'Someone in Tennessee Loves Me' cap."
We cracked up and complimented each other on our insightful wit.
A few minutes later, a manager walked over to that guy's table holding a phone on a long cord, like you'd see in the old 1940s movies.
"Mr. Norris," he said, "Mr. Washington is calling from Knoxville."
