From time to time I am reminded of all that Europe lost. It can happen in the most unlikely places, like in San Diego for example.
I was sitting the other day with a friend named Bonnie Richins. She told me that, as children, she and her sister were not allowed to wear striped clothes. They reminded her father, Kurt Lorig, of the pajama-like attire the Nazis forced him to wear in Auschwitz.