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.       

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. 

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. 

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."[ ]