P.S. FYI, Reg, for verisimilitudinous vernacular, no one really says "Bub" anymore, either, I gotta say. Or hardly ever. It was never truly popular amongst the Woodstock generation...more from our parents' and grandparents' ones. It pretty much sounds straight out of an old Looney Tunes cartoon, or a '30s, '40s or '50s movie, especially one set in NYC... the tough-talking cop, or the wise-cracking taxi driver, for example... with occasional holdovers into subsequent decades by members of the same generations. Just so you'll pass the next pop quiz in Miss Priss' American Slang 101, natch. ;-)

Hey Reg, great job! You must be retired to have all this research time! And thanks to DLM for illustrating the story with his embedment, er, embeddings, er, embellishments, er, videos...
Excellent. More. Please.

So, Tony...you want some -- MORE??? Hit it, Maestro!! "...Oliver! Oliver! Won't ask for more when he knows what's in store! ...There's a yellow schoolbus, '50s and quantum-mechanical... Which we'll throw him on and see if the time-travel causes a panical! Oliver! Oliver! What heavens pray will the bus driver say?" "He will tell his name to the ones who claim him... O-LI-VER!" :-) TUM-te-TUM... Chortle-chortle-tiddle-um-pum. With apologies to Lionel Bart! ;-)

Great stuff, Reg! Ahhh, I mean, you da bomb!!! Take that DLM!