Say Good Night, Gracie

So there I was up on Devon Avenue for a meeting. That area of Devon has the city's densest concentration of Indian businesses.

I wanted to get something to eat before the meeting started so I popped into an Indian restaurant.

I was wearing my new glasses (that's them, in the picture over at the right).

When I walk in, the host -- a handsome Indian fellow in his early to mid twenties -- looks at me and says:

"The glasses -- nice! George Burns!"

George Burns? I'd be surprised to find a mid to early twenties American who knows George Burns.

(He went on to tell me he was a big fan of the Rat Pack and of fifties and sixties American television.)