The one time I met Jack Klugman was at the Friars Club 15 years ago. He was having lunch and he was wearing a cap. He said his mother Rose, a milliner, said if you wear a cap you’ll never catch cold.
He ordered clams and a chef’s salad. “There’s ham in it, something you shouldn’t have,” he said in his low raspy voice. He had a vocal cord removed nine years before due to cancer of the larynx. He used to be a heavy smoker.