During its musical revues the old Fly By Night Club sometimes included a “Minor Celebrities” bit, inviting audience members to write down their furthest-removed brushes with fame. During intermission the cast would pick what they thought were the best – and again, the more tenuous, the better.
Thus we’d hear things like:
“I take dance class with Michael Jackson’s plastic surgeon’s wife.
“My great-uncle invented Cheez Whiz.”
“I once heard Brian Keith belch when I walked past his house in Hawaii to go surfing.”
“I used to carpool a kid whose mother’s father embalmed Babe Ruth.”
All these snippets led, naturally, to a book. The title: “Elvis Presley’s Pharmacist Was My Sunday-School Teacher.”