Tuesday, October 25, 2022
I'm sorry to hear about Greg. He was always such a cheerful person. If he ever had a bad day, I never saw it. When we were in high school, he called me, Bernie, after some hockey goalie with a French sounding last name. I never knew why he called me Bernie but it wasn't mean or insulting. In fact he was always kind and generous. One time I saw him at Ojibwe Island while he was home from college. I was so impressed to see him driving a Porsche 914. He let me take it for a drive. I thought Porsches were supposed to be fast, but it was the most sluggish car I'd ever driven. When I got back to the park, he ran up to the car, looked in and said, "Damn! I left the parking brake on!"
