It all started in late November 1966, when I was just 19 years old. I was a
thousand miles north of home, and it was my first real job. I was, by then, the manager of the photo department in the now long-gone Hougen's Department Store in Whitehorse, Yukon, Canada.
I had a regular customer – a very decent chap of East Indian descent, by the name of Raghu. He was a fine young fellow, both handsome and very likable. It was not long before the Christmas holidays when Raghu came to me and asked to purchase a Polaroid 100 camera and some 100 packs of Polaroid color film.
