A trivial fragment:
I've lately found that Paul Dresser, turn-of-the-century composer of such sentimental chestnuts as "On the Banks of the Wabash" and "Back Home in Indiana" was actually John Paul Dreiser Jr., the older brother of novelist Theodore Dreiser.
I'll probably soon forget that.
I wonder what's really bothering me? I mean aside from the fact that I'm a member of a species that is, collectively, at least twice as clever as it is smart?