Whenever Manfred and I would meet to discuss his life’s story, we would talk about what he wanted done, and he would hand me a cassette tape. Now that I have mentioned the item called a cassette tape, many of you readers will think how backward or old-fashioned I must be. But we started talking and I started writing in 1990. The technology of CDs, jump drives, and memory cards had not been invented. Anyway, we did the best we could.

Manfred would put on tape the things he wanted me to be sure...