When we were out running errands today, we passed a road named "Drury Lane." I immediately turned and asked my mother if she knew the Muffin Man. She gave me the "WTF" look, so, I had no choice but to recite the poem. She remembered it but still thought I was being odd, so I told her that if she could be enthused with the blue sky on a Chicago visit, then I could very well ask her if she knew the Muffin Man!
I feel like a cosplay dork, because in an antique shop, I discovered a small batch of vintage patterns, and I bought one to modify into a costume that didn't come into existence 'til over twenty years after the pattern's date.