(What a wonderful part!) Anyway, I was giving an absolutely riveting speech of some sort or other, certainly based on a buildup of cadences, rhythms, etc., etc. (in other words, trying not to mess up my lines!) -- when all of a sudden this guy in the first row leans over to his wife and says -- very loudly -- "What did she say, Vi?" That was my first experience with Stanton Mead. Who would have thought that at the time I was wrapping my boa around his father's neck, Gil was raising the baton to direct a Goddard Space Flight Center production of the M.A.D. theater group?