Yesterday Once More, with Custard Pie

I don't know what's going on in my subconscious, but I've had Bill Knapp's dreams for two nights in a row. Very vivid memories, yellow shirts, plastic name tags, women from my past and and present canary-yellow nylon dresses slinging Chicken and Biscuits, Au Gratins, and Dinner Chopped Steaks in the parking lot of Beechmont Mall. And of course, hammering out scheduling conflicts with my manager, Debbie (makes me wonder whatever happened to her).

That was over thirty years ago. Where's it coming from?