I had a spare room in our condo in Toronto, and I helped those who were trying to escape the draft during the Vietnam War.

I got involved with a group called the Underground Railroad. There was an area in Toronto where the down-under people used to eat. I used to hang out there and eat and I just got started talking with people.

I talked to one person who told me that they helped people. I said: “I'm right  there. Peace!”

She said: “if we ever brought you a guest for a couple of days could you house them?”

I said: “sure, No problem.”

She said: “you know, you can never talk about them. They stay in your house and you feed them and they don’t go out. You can never go to work and talk about them or tell anyone.”

I said: “sure.”

I probably only had four or five different people, usually singles. Once there was a couple. I think she was just along for the ride.

I felt like I was doing something. And it all started from a casual conversation in a restaurant. They were looking for people like me who would take people in.

I never went to rallies or burned any flags. I kept myself but I was very anti-Vietnam. I really felt the war wasn't about what it was portrayed to be. I thought they were duping the American people.

The people who came to my house were just normal young people. Some of them didn’t want to do what they were doing but their parents had gotten them into it. It was the parents who were conscientious objectors and they didn’t want their kids getting killed.

But most of the kids were really against the war. They had studied it, and delved into it and knew what a sham it was. They educated me. I don’t know how they connected with the people who got to my house, but they would just arrived and ring my buzzer.