In June of 1971 Henry was on his way to do a gig at a casino in Reno. He stopped about 100 miles from his destination for some lunch. During his meal, he noticed there … more »
“Who’s the kid?” the waiter asked, as a young child and an old fellow sat down together at the Pender Café in Vancouver’s Chinatown.
Bill Young responded, “This is my son Henry.”
The waiter looked again, this time in surprise, … more »