On Saturday, I met the for the first time someone who had to join the Hitler Youth at the age of ten. He’s a great man, and the only septuagenarian that I know that drives like the devil herself is on his tail. Lots of overtaking without hesitation on winding country lanes.
This is all I got to write about Hans Wolfgang Eisenhardt, and the only time I got to meet him. I went to his cremation a few days ago, and learned more about his greatness.