I rode in an elevator with Henry Kissenger and his wife. True story. He was in for heart surgery as was a friend of mine. I get on the elevator and there he is in a hospital gown - all four feet of him - and next to him his six foot wife dressed to the nines. I nodded, turned and pushed a button. Next floor, a man gets on and sees Kissenger, goes over and shakes his hand and then goes on and on about "You must remember me. We met at the carshow in 1974. Remember? etc. etc. Kissenger finally "recalled" their meeting but never remmembered his name. A New York moment.

And I saw Milton Bearle at a Howard Johnson's on the thruway.

Never shared coffee with Bob Hope though.