Sixty million people perished in WWII... five times the entire population of Canada at the time and almost twice the present number – awesome to envisage.  One night I helped recover some of the bodies.

A lifetime passes. I am startled by the reflection of an old man in shop windows, my father? God no it’s me. I don't feel that old. The memories are still fresh, the sweet and the sour that living has brought me. Now and then I still try to make sense of that love-madness so long ago.

I was raised in a place where most of my peers were bastards, literally. Having attended my own parents wedding I can easily be counted among their number.