"I [worked as a nurse] for a while, at Piedmont Hospital, and...and so...then of course, I had [Eric/Erik]. It was a little hard being a nurse and caring for a baby, if you want to do it the “real” way, you know, close nursing and being there…

"Well, you know, we grew up watching Dallas. We think everybody’s rich and thin. [Laughs]. And then you come to America and you’re going “Oh. Oh. Okay. Huh.” [Chuckles]. That was a little different. [Chuckles]. Well, Dynasty was…

"After I graduated from nursing school, I had a wonderful little apartment in the nursing complex in Copenhagen, close to parks, you could run, you could walk, you could go to the beach, you could go to the lake. And it was the...hundredth year of…

Well, I was in Geneva six month, but then I went up to Paris because I wanted to learn more French now that I was there, so I worked for a French family there for six month, so I was gone a year. Oh, it was fun. Imagine, can you imagine bicycling…

[My father didn't talk about his time in the resistance, but] the top of his group in the resistance fighting was named Kim Malthe-Bruun, so of course my brother was named Kim. So...that’s how he honored him. Because Kim Malthe-Bruun was shot by…

"It was an early Thursday, 26 of March, 1952. My parents didn’t have a car, but my dad had a motorcycle, and my mother started labor, and he got home from work, [Brief chuckle at the thought] got her on the motorcycle, and got to the clinic—back…

"My parents got married in 1949, May 7th, and back then, they wore top hats, and my dad brought out his hat—they couldn’t figure for name for me—so they had a hundred names, and they would each draw a name and then I was, you know, maybe able…

And my father’s father was—he owned a delicatessen, so back then, you basically took over your family business, and it was a four-year...tutelage, four year school, to be a butcher, Charcuterie, which is basically how to make sausage and so…

Hmmm...they thought that that was the best healing. And what they did right after the war, my dad was actually part of a Red Cross relief effort, and they went to Germany to help, you know, clean up the streets and, you know...do the civil services…

Well, yeah. The reason he went underground and disappeared was basically after probably—well the one close was when they were blowing up one of the supply trains, and they were running away from the rail yard, jumping over the fences. He was shot…