Cary Grant, witty, talented, tailored, debonair and altogether gorgeous met me when I was on the Paramount lot in Hollywood during a Honeymooners' summer break.  "I heard you were on the lot and I just had to meet you," he greeted.  Later, I made a movie with him, "That Touch of Mink," and we became good friends but any woman's initial meeting with Cary is right up there with the big moments of her world history.  I was unprepared to discover that the most handsome man in the world was not visiting to see me, as much as to tell me he adored "The Honeymooners," and how he would very much like to play a onetime part in the show.

   "Tell Jackie I just have be in that kitchen with all of you."
   Somehow Brooklyn and bus driver and the Kramden apartment didn't mesh gears in my fuddled brain with the man who had given millions of women delightful heart pangs for years.
   "I could be Ed Norton's assistant in the sewer," he said.
   "But these sewer workers are exposed to all those rats and all that filth," I sputtered.
   "But, Audrey," he positively chirped, "I've worked in Hollywood for years.  I've seen worse filth and worked with bigger rats."