1/03/1991

First writing of the new year. Concerning upcoming events; kind of scared, apprehension reigns, war seems eminent. I started watching C-Span, boy is that scarry! We made over 7 1/2% on cash reserve mutual funds in 1990. Stocks are really low. I'd like to switch our modest investment to bonds or stocks but have no faith in "the shrubbery"(George Bush), I've been wanting to call Congressman Bonior since before the holidays, mabey today. It seems I just can't suggest anything without it sounding extreme, e.g. impeaching the shrub.

Laying down now, serial pain, as I like to call serious pain, once it lets up I'm going to do some more winterizing. Plastic on the windows. Dad was right. Christmas he suggested covering the windows on the front of the house with plastic, even though they have storms on them. I did one side and was amazed at the difference.

An idea for a story about the next century. Possible title; Too Many Variables. No right, no wrong, a reason for everything. It's been coming. Due to specialized research, given any idea, one can explain anything anyway they choose, with enough specific research. We shall all be lawyers, soon.

Late note 7/10/1991; Should've put our pennies into Ultra Investors Mutual Fund. 61% for the last fiscal quarter.

Top of this page reads "St. Vincente in the Antilles", must have been dreaming of more temperate climes.

Stories from 1991:

Gary Brusates Eulogy

The sun set around noon today. It wasn't really dark, just dusky, dreary, and damp. They buried Gary in the rain. I don't ever remember going to a funeral when it didn't rain. Does it rain on everyone elses hero's bureals, or just mine?

Gary Brusate was a hero in every sense of the word, and he died a heros' death. His 72 year old father strapped to his back, he waded through the 38 degree water, fighting the waves, the bitter cold, the worst that the lake could throw at them. I wasn't there. No one was there. If there were anyone else there, we'd be burying them today too. But if someone had lived to tell the the story, they'd tell the story of a hero. A man that couldn't leave his father to save himself. His dad would have said, "go Gary, you've got a chance by yourself." We have to guess that this happened, but we don't have to guess Gary's answer. His solution to their life and death struggle involved both men. They'd both make it home tonight The strap that bound them stands as testimony to his selflessness.

To a real American Hero. We salute you Gary.

Note: Gary and his dad were checking on their cottage in Anchor bay. On the boat trip back to Anchor Bay Drive a sudden squal flipped their boat. Gary, a Clay Township police officer was found off the North Channel, his father strapped to his back. His dog was never found.