Around that time I was a member of the Teen Are Republicans on Long Island. A friend, Jack Freedman, and I had gone to one of their quarterly meetings in Albany. Late one morning in the Capitol Building my State Senator had spent some twenty minutes or so showing us a display of paintings done by NYS prisoners as part of their rehabili…
Around that time I was a member of the Teen Are Republicans on Long Island. A friend, Jack Freedman, and I had gone to one of their quarterly meetings in Albany. Late one morning in the Capitol Building my State Senator had spent some twenty minutes or so showing us a display of paintings done by NYS prisoners as part of their rehabilitation.
An hour later Jack and I got into an elevator that already had one person in it, the Lt. Governor Malcolm Wilson. Naturally we greeted him and shook his hand, we had recognized him immediately but had never met him before.
He seemed way too happy with us. He asked us questions about where we lived, our schools, had we had lunch yet, etc.
Long story short, he seemed lonely. he showed us the art show contradicting the Senator often, took us to lunch, and spent over three hours with us at the spur of the moment.
Both Jack and I thought it was very strange that the "number two man" in the state had nothing better to do then spend an afternoon with us.
Around that time I was a member of the Teen Are Republicans on Long Island. A friend, Jack Freedman, and I had gone to one of their quarterly meetings in Albany. Late one morning in the Capitol Building my State Senator had spent some twenty minutes or so showing us a display of paintings done by NYS prisoners as part of their rehabilitation.
An hour later Jack and I got into an elevator that already had one person in it, the Lt. Governor Malcolm Wilson. Naturally we greeted him and shook his hand, we had recognized him immediately but had never met him before.
He seemed way too happy with us. He asked us questions about where we lived, our schools, had we had lunch yet, etc.
Long story short, he seemed lonely. he showed us the art show contradicting the Senator often, took us to lunch, and spent over three hours with us at the spur of the moment.
Both Jack and I thought it was very strange that the "number two man" in the state had nothing better to do then spend an afternoon with us.