
I had just finished speaking at Vintage Wings museum, near Ottawa. A man approached me with a book under his arm. It was one I’d written. At first, he had a rather determined look on his face, and I wondered whether maybe he had a bone to pick. But his determined demeanour simply reflected his intention to get past others in the group to speak to me. He smiled and opened up my Dam Busters book, not to a photo, not even a printed passage, but to the image of a newspaper front page printed on the inside cover of my book.
“I delivered this paper,” the man said with a smile.
“You were an Ottawa Evening Journal delivery guy?” I asked.
“Yes, but I delivered this very edition!” he said proudly.
“That’s 75 years ago,” I pointed out.
“Yup. I was 14 at the time.” (more…)