Friday, March 21, 2025

Sad but true

Just received this. I did not seek it out. 


In 1993, I flew through JFK airport in NYC.

It was the day the bomb blew up in the basement of the WTC.

Our flight was delayed, and I was waiting for boarding. A man and his Personal Assistant sat down next to me. I looked at his face, and it was the actor, Martin Balsam.

I had always liked his acting, and considered him to be talented and versatile. I looked at him, and said “Mr. Balsam, I’m a big fan.” Something along those lines.

He looked at me and replied, “No one gives a shit.”

So, I consider him to be the rudest.

On the other hand, while standing in line in the airport in Dover, Delaware waiting to board a late flight, I spoke to the woman in line directly behind me, and said “Do you think we’re ever going to get into the air?”

She chuckled and said, “Not to worry, we’re only three hours late.”

Then, the large man ahead of me in line, turned and said, “It’s not like any of us have any place to go.”

That man was Speaker of the House, Tip O’Neill. While we were waiting, the three of us had a pleasant conversation, and before we boarded, he even signed an autograph for me and the woman behind me. I still have mine. He was polite, humorous, and seemed like just another average guy. Definitely the nicest.


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Martin Henry Balsam was born November 4, 1919, in the Bronx borough of New York City, to Russian Jewish parents, Lillian (née Weinstein) and Albert Balsam, who was a manufacturer of women's sportswear.


Is the problem that he's Jewish or from New York City?


O'Neill was the third of three children born to Thomas Phillip O'Neill and Rose Ann (née Tolan) O'Neill in the Irish middle-class area of North Cambridge, Massachusetts on December 9, 1912, known at the time as "Old Dublin."

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