A New York Times profile of Joyce from 2007:

It is 5:01 p.m. and Joyce Randolph, a k a Trixie Norton, is holding forth in the downstairs bar at Sardi’s, sipping her favorite formulation of the White Cadillac, Dewar’s and milk. “I think it does your stomach good,” she is saying. “The Scotch. The milk.”

Before her, flanking the silver Rolex clock above the bar, are the four caricatures of the sacred sitcom’s characters: hers and the portraits of Jackie Gleason, Audrey Meadows and Art Carney of “The Honeymooners.”

She is strong of voice and precise of diction at 82, given to addressing people as “Dear.” How sweet it is, then, to hang out with Miss Randolph in one of her favorite haunts where the honeymoon is never over.

For his 16 years at Sardi’s, José Estevez, the perpetually amenable barkeep, has looked on as new customers enact the ritual. First, they register the likeness portrayed in the caricature. Then they study the face at the barstool. Always, there is the double take. And so it is tonight.

“This is such a thrill!” said Toni Terracciano from Bethpage, N.Y., putting aside her glass of cabernet to reach for a moment with Trixie. “It’s girls’ night out,” said Ms. Terracciano, who would soon be heading for “Mary Poppins” with her mother and their friend Kathy Cocoman.

“We’re fans for so many years,” said her mother, Pat Astarita. “You were so wonderful on that show.”

Miss Randolph smiled, and shook her head. “It was the others, not me.”

“No, all of you were wonderful,” Ms. Astarita insisted. “I was about to cry. When I saw you.”

True, five decades ago Miss Randolph was dubbed the Garbo of Detroit, but she genuinely seems to enjoy greeting Honeymoonies, as the show’s most ardent fans are called. She is always available to smile and pose with them in a camera-phone flash.

“I talk to everyone,” she said. “You can’t be hoity.”

She signs her name to Playbills and cocktail napkins. “But I know what they really want is the name Trixie Norton,” she said. “So I sign that, too.”