With the decease of Guy Pierce, I was thinking tonight about the day I shook hands with Albert D. Schroeder.
It was during his zone visit talk in a convention hall in The Netherlands. I was 12 and walked with my father in the hall. There were
a lot of people around someone. My father told me "There he is, give him a handshake".
I walked - a litle bit shy - to him. He was very tall from my point of view. He watched to me strict and asked in German
"Sprechen sie Deutsch?". I answered "Ein bisschen". He answered "Ah, ein bisschen!" and went away.
It was not a nice chat. It felt somehow strange. He behaved like he was far above us, the rank and file.
Since then, I did not like those men anymore.
Gorby