When you hear an old song on the radio and before word one is sung you think, “Robert Goulet,” it’s bad. If you think, “Wait, wait. Nope. That’s Vic Damone.” That’s worse. If the DJ confirms that you’re right, you’re in trouble.
If for the rest of the morning you have “catch a little starlight, put it in your pocket, save it for a rainy day…” in your head, you should really hang it up. And if you know that that one is by Mr. Perry Como? Pass the apple sauce, Grampy. Pass the apple sauce.