Reply #13: A Hoffman Story From My Uncle.

[MarianJack]

Back in the early 80s, my young cousin was being treated for cancer at Sloan-Kettering in NYC. My Uncle was taking the elevator and, since he was alone, let down his John Wayneish facade and started crying with his face in his hands. Someone else got on the elevator and put his arm around my uncle's shoulder and hugged him when they got oit in the lobby.

My uncle looked up and it was Dustin Hoffman. He wished my uncle well and went on his way.

BTW, my cousin made a full recovery.

PEACE!