I knew I had to prime the pump.
"Okay, Milton. Start from what happened after you and your parents moved to Pasadena."
He exhaled, "Geez. Okay, finished junior high, graduated high school, barely, went to work for my old man's stationary business. Then the war broke out."
"Did you go?"
He hesitated, "Well, I got drafted. I knew war wasn't really my cup of Joe, so I made passes at all my commanding officers. After a few beatings they drummed me out for being a queer."
"Are you a queer?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
He grinned like an idiot...