His steakhouse on Park in East Memphis had a nice run--not as long as the one in Nashville but we went there as kids hoping to see him (or Andy or Barney or Floyd or even Otis). We figured Aunt Bea was in the kitchen helpin' out. All we ever heard about him from the staff was that he was good people, even though they told my folks they saw him when it opened and not since. God bless you, George.