More David On David

Last night, towards the end of a particularly good Valentine's Day, I was running to the car to grab some spare change when a woman crossing the parking lot stopped, looked at me and called out "you look just like one of the fellows on the Smith Brothers cough drop box."

"That's amazing!" I called back. "Do you know what those are?" she asked, and I confessed that I did not but that I'd look it up as soon as I got home. I did, and I suppose she had in mind the more surly of the two Smith brothers when my countenance stopped her dead in her tracks.

Even if the similarities aren't as literal as she might have imagined, it's nice to know I'm so strikingly antiquated.