Moonstruck

   I just saw a list on the internet of the 20 most handsome movie stars of all time.  I would agree that some were handsome, others sultry, and some just famous.  The list  reminded me of the best looking man I'd ever met face to face.  Baby David was in the hospital again, this time for a hernia operation.  He was 22 months old, and his roommate was an older boy, a 10 year old twin who was having minor plastic surgery on his lip to correct the scars from an earlier automobile accident.  His name was Don and his twin brother either Dave or Dan, I think.  He was a very cute child, with dark hair, and very polite and helpful.  I remember one night he sprinkled talcum powder in everybody's shoes, including David's.  And although the nurses had told me David would be fine through the night once he'd fallen asleep, and that it would be safe for me to leave him then to go home, young Don told me that David had woken up after I left, and cried throughout much of the night.  That may have been why he, sleepless and concerned,  was dousing shoes with powder.   But it was that young boy's father who I would place on my most handsome list.  His name was Don: he and his wife were taking turns spending time at the hospital with their son, and he was oustandingly good-looking.  Very well built and well dressed and as nice and friendly as anyone could have been--both parents were, actually, but the father was the more remarkable.  One morning when we were sitting watch together, he was leaving to get coffee and asked me if I'd like him to bring me back one, and I had to say no. I occasionally drank coffee back  then, and could  have used a cup,  but I would have been too overwhelmed to drink it.  I remember I must have felt a little guilty being so enraptured by another man so early in our marriage, so I told my husband how impressed I was by this man.    I needn't have worried; it turned out that my husband had felt much the same way.