Back in the day when celebrities performed in posh nightclubs (think El Morocco, the Stork Club….) Robert Goulet was performing in the Persian Room at the Plaza.
Robert Goulet was one of my mother’s favorite singers.
So of course my parents went.
But they didn’t have reservations.
This did not deter my father in the least.
He went to the maître d’ slipped him a bill and told him he was DR. COX.
They got right in!
The reason they got right in is because at the time, Dr Cox was a very well known and respected Dr on Park Avenue (and also happened to be my father’s cousin!)
My mother said she sat through the whole show terrified that someone would have some sort of medical emergency and my father would be called on to assist.
She wasn’t afraid he’d be caught in a lie, but because knowing my father he would actually follow through with the ruse and try to perform some sort of medical treatment!
(I don't doubt for a moment that he would have!)
Luckily, no one needed the Heimlich maneuver that evening.