I first visited White River last year on my way West to Thunder Bay. In my short stay last year I was overwhelmed by the people, I was affected by their friendly nature, their positive attitude and willingness to work together to achieve their goals. On this return visit in April, I stayed for a couple of days, I was to hold a talk on photography and my friend Kasia was to teach a class in ceramics later that afternoon. During her class one of the ladies told me that I should go to the coffee shop next door and meet Charlie. She stated that Charlie was a World War II veteran with lots of stories, she offered to introduce us. I met Charlie at the River City Cafe. It was next to Northern Visions Art Studio and the White River Historical Museum. I grabbed my camera and walked into the restaurant. The restaurant was small. At the bar stood a woman, she smiled and said “Hello”. I introduced myself and looked around, sitting at the table was a man, he sat there with a plate of food and looked at me curiously. I introduced myself to Charlie and told him that I was recording the stories of the people of White River. I told him I was a historian and a photojournalist. I wanted to listen to his story and photograph him. Charlie seemed troubled by the fact that I wanted to take his photo. He told me that I wasn’t going to photograph him. I wasn’t sure if he was joking around. I wasn’t troubled by his resistance, I am a veteran at taking photos. I knew that after talking to him I would use my charm to convince him to be photographed. He won’t be able to resist me.