ZORBA LIVES ...!

"Give my regards to Zorba!"  Those were the last words I heard at 7th and Montana before leaving for Greece on Sunday.  Little did I realize just how close I would come to actually meeting Zorba the Greek three days later.  The fun began last night, when my colleagues invited me to dinner at a quaint seafood restaurant in the Mikrolimano area of Athens, on the Aegean Coast.  Much to my surprise, the name of the restaurant was "Zorbas."  "Are you Zorba?," I asked the waiter as he wheeled a tray of fish in my direction.  He ignored me.  "Are you Zorba," I asked a Lowly Busboy as he cleared away my plate.  He grimaced.  Finally, just when I thought all was lost, a Gentleman in a Suit appeared at our table to pay his respects.  I "recognized" him at once.  "Zorba, I presume?," I said slyly.  "Actually, my name is Zorbas," he replied, "  Gregory Zorbas."  "Close enough," I said, "Regards to you from the Starbucks at 7th and Montana ...!"