Heinz cried in August of 1942 when he learned the fate of Canadian soldiers at Dieppe. 

The ship that brought Heinz to Canada sank during WWII. After the war. it was raised and again made seaworthy. Walking below deck, Heinz would marvel that fish had been swimming there. A young woman, engaged to be married, initiated a sexual affair with him. After the voyage, on the dock in Canada, she introduced Heinz to her fiance. They exchanged best wishes for the future. The time in between had ended. Their new lives had begun. 

"What am I doing here on the ass of the world?" Heinz wondered at 2AM in a snowstorm waiting at a bus stop. He had begun working for the CBC. As he rose in the ranks, he could afford to drive himself to work. When he was a director, his crew put his Topolino in the freight elevator and left it on the roof. Heiz laughed as he told this story to me. At the time he did not find this joke funny. Heinz never stopped cycling. In retirement he had a bicycle budget; a summer bike and a winter bike. He kept his driver's licence until age 90. At 80 he was required to take a written exam and attend a lecture/discussion group. He scored perfect on the exam and thought up a better answer for one of the multiple choice questions. It involved parking on an incline.  

In the 1960s, Heinz was sued for loss of affection by the husband of the newlywed who had seduced him. He was found guilty and fined $ 16.000. The bride sold a wedding gift, a Chagal print, to pay the amount. She and another woman had made a bet. The first to have sex with Heinz would win. 

Heinz gave up smoking in 1972. Karen was visiting relatives in London [iii]. A fruit fast aided the cleansing of toxins. Heinz had been a heavy smoker: first cigarettes, then a pipe. When he was a musician he did not smoke. He began during the sadnesss of multiple surgeries and loss of hope. Heinz told me he gave up smoking in1972 when there was mass rape in Bangladesh. The suffering of people around the world weighed heavily upon Heinz. He was unable to distance himself from their reality. Knowing this would be a difficult time, he chose to add another layer.  He made it through and never smoked again.

His ex-wife and the woman he lived with for seven years had similarities, yet held each other at a distance. In my earliest years with him, both women told me he wil get so mad , you won't believe he wil be nonviolent. Some years  later, each made the same confession. Heinz was better with me.

In 2005, when gay marriage became legal in Canada, Heinz said, "I want them to have their rights and I refuse to attend more weddings." The need to avoid yet another marathon. In the fifteen years I knew him, he never attended a wedding. Heinz believed LGBTQs are not a minority. They are a basic part of each group. This avoids many marathons. People tend to have no problem with the first part of his belief and pause over the second part. I tell them, if Canada were a lemon meringue pie, LGBTQs would be a piece of lemon meringue pie. Of course, in America, LGBTQs are a piece of apple pie. 

The George Orwell novel that captured Heinz was 1984. Influence upon the US election and Brexit would not surprise Heinz. How innocent is the information? Heinz understood, we do not answer that question. Big Brother answers that question.

The best times with Heinz occured on regular days. Birthdays, holidays and celebrations had their fun as well as work, stress and expectations. Looking back, it was the regular days that were special.    After his death, Heinz's medical doctor told me we were "so, so, so, so lucky to find each other, because you are both capable of love."[ iv]