6Maybe it was just coincidence, but Milt goes off on a business trip and the war in Europe ends. Later in life he’d hobnob with nabobs and potentates, and who’s to say he didn’t help decide the fate of the world? He’d certainly think he could manage it.
It was May 8, 1945, Victory in Europe — VE Day. There was a picture in the paper of some swabbie bending a dame over to lay a wet one on her in the midst of a jubilant crowd in Times Square. Any excuse to cop a feel. But when you thought about it, and actually it took no thought at all, nothing would ever feel quite so good. I mean, I’d already gotten laid for the first time. So the only other bigger thrill I could imagine was hearing I was a father — or St. Peter say, “Come on in,” but I was prepared to wait for that one. (Mom had convert
