Sometime in the seventies I went to a Seymour Hersh lecture at Iowa State University. After the talk a crowd formed around Seymour but for some reason they moved into the center of the room and were chatting away among themselves, leaving Seymour and I to talk to one another for quite a while just "him and me". It was as casual as if we talked all the time.
He told me that he had missed a flight that morning and that he hadn't had anything to eat that day. I showed him how to fold a paper plate to scrape the nasty frosting off the catered sheet cake we were standing next to. We ate our fill.
What a wonderful man. Happy birthday Mr. Hersh and thank you for your service.