The American Dream of a Gay European Guy in Bloomington, MN

It must have been a cold night that 3rd of February 1947 when I was born! Maybe that’s why I don’t like cold weather. My parents had one child, a girl, nine and a half years earlier, then there was the second world war, and only after the war was over, maybe also because that nine years old girl insisted she would have loved a little sister, my parents must have decided that one wasn’t enough…so there I was, but not a girl, a baby boy!