Visions of

St. John
The 1979 Bentley Concert Choir

From the Album: Together

This is the song that won our choir a Silver Medal at Houston's World Competition in 1979! I thought you'd like to hear it.

Livin' la Vida Loca!

From Rock Star to Reality

I told you, I’ve been busy and now I’m paying for it! More anniversaries, more reunions, more sleep!

Thanksgiving weekend I partied like a rock star! I arrived in Detroit and was swept off to 336, a bar in Plymouth, Michigan. Rick Canzano (RICKYSEE) was entertaining. I don’t know where the energy came from after such a long flight. I graduated with Rick and he is one of the most talented guys I know. This guy can pick up ANY instrument and play with ease. His first tenor vocals add to his entertainment prowess!

Our Multi-talented RickySee entertains at the class reunion

I bumped into many friends from long past, many I went to elementary school with! This would be a once-in-a-lifetime, multi-reunion, homecoming holiday weekend. On the agenda; 30 year class reunion on Friday and a Concert Choir Reunion/ birthday party on Saturday. Both reunions would bring friends from all over the world! It was an event I could not miss!

I stayed with my buddy Craig and his family for the holiday. Thanksgiving morning began with a gathering of old choir friends from high school. We sang (YES I DID) “The Battle Hymn of the Republic” for Ward Presbyterian Church in Northville. Our high school Concert Choir director, who also instructed the church choir, was turning 75 and ALL of his past students were invited to attend a 50th Anniversary Choir Reunion/ Birthday Extravaganza to celebrate on Saturday. Those that wanted to also join his church to sing this great song Thanksgiving morn were welcome participate. It’s really hard to describe how important this weekend was to me and how grateful I was of the timing of this event.

I haven’t been off my feeding tube for long and I certainly haven’t been able to sing very well after all the radiation to my head and neck! Up until 6 months ago my diction was still poor. If this was any other time in the last 3 years, I would not have been able to attend or enjoy. As you will soon read, that would have been tragic!

Doctor Jerry Smith (Doc-doctor of music) taught at our high school from 1959 until 1985 when the high school closed. He was throwing a major shindig to celebrate. This was no ordinary choir. It was a well run organization with its own government of students.

I was elected the choir's business manager in my senior year of this fine choir and was responsible for coordinating all aspects of our Spring Tour, which took us far across the country to sing for churches and talk shows. We traveled by bus from Michigan to Colorado, Oklahoma, and Texas entering a World Competition, which we snagged a silver medal, and so much more! That is a whole story for another day!

This choir was not a class you could get into easily. You had to audition and pass a sight reading test. Oh…and you needed the chops to sing! Many lucky inductees began in the boys or girls choruses. The choruses were music classes you took for fun, but Concert Choir was the serious top level you strived to be a part of, if you wanted more than just a cake class.

After rocking the Battle Hymn, Craig’s family put on a feast. Remember, I had my very first quarter sized piece of meat (venison) with his family while still on the tube! So, to celebrate Thanksgiving and have the honor of carving the beast was simply awesome. This would be my first family holiday meal since I had my feeding tube removed. I can not even begin to express the high this created.

30 Years Later

Friday would be our 30 year class reunion and 400 people showed up! I was apart of a very large graduating class over 800, so for a 30 year reunion, this was a great turnout! To be fair, we did combine 3 graduating years which seems to be a growing concept trend.

LeAnn, Scott, Dave, Ron, Diane, Craig, Jill, and Me Me Me

Everywhere I turned there was a person I knew from some point in time. Conversations flowed as if time stood still. I was transported back to high school in one deep breath. They all looked fantastic and there was not an air of pretense in the room. It was simply magical.

Game show host, Chuck Woolery stopped by for "two and two" because he married a fellow classmate

What I began to realize is that every one of these people had a small impact on who I am today. Our entertainment was RICKYSEE of course. Rick pushed me to be a better musician strictly by just being Rick. He never worked hard to be talented. He possesses one of those innate magical abilities we wish we all had. His talent set the bar so high that he motivated me to achieve more musically and fostered my competitive spirit.

Wednesday I saw a childhood buddy, Jeff Saunders who is now a successful attorney. Jeff would often play big brother to me, making sure the others didn’t beat me up. I don’t ever recall being beat up. Great job Jeff! He was also responsible setting me up with my first (French) kiss from a hot older woman (by a whole year!) in Junior High. Jeff was the popular jock and I was the puny tag-a-long, but Jeff never seemed to mind.

We used to walk to elementary school together and as I OFTEN waited for Jeff to get ready; his mother would serve me breakfast and give me a multi-vitamin expressing the importance of a morning meal to start the day off right. “Feeding the brain early helps you to be a better student,” she emphasized.

Jeff taught me that you can be friends with even the most unlikely and his single mom raising two boys, taught me lessons of nutrition and jump starting your day. She would program Jeff to be successful at an early age. Jeff was great at sports, basketball I remember. I wasn’t very good at sports except hockey and he encouraged my competitive nature, through Ping Pong.

We entered a Ping Pong tournament together as a team and won! He pushed and encouraged me in a positive way. Something I would have not done on my own. I was a bit of a loaner and ALL my friends in there own way wouldn’t let me be. They always included me in there activities. I would later develop into quite the social bug because of this. That’s just how it was growing up in my neighborhood.

Ding Dong the Gang's All Here!

I remember one time, a group of us went out ringing door bells. Ding Dong Ditch we called it. We’d single out our victim’s home and one of us would ring the door bell and run. Sometimes we repeated this several times a night, as we all watched somewhere close from the bushes or behind a car. Yes, I grew up in a BAD gang! We were the terror of the neighborhood don’t-cha know!

I was never allowed to ring the bell, only watch because they knew I wasn’t fast enough and I’d surely get caught. One night I stood my ground, “It’s my turn to ring the bell.” They all rejected that idea, but soon relented after me insisting, “I’m doing it!”

I slowly made my way toward the door, swiftly rang the bell and turned to bolt as fast as I could. I thought the fastest getaway would be to jump a low hedge planted next to the porch. So, off I lept like a gazelle only to fall flat on my face at doors edge.

I failed to clear the hedge with enough speed and there I lay flatly, faced down as the door swiftly opened by the angry homeowner. I just laid there motionless, I guess hoping he wouldn’t notice my bruised body splattered a few feet from the door.

“You’re the Walin boy aren’t you? You're gonna have to do better than that if you expect to be successful at it!” A deep voice said with a chuckle. “Nope don’t know him,” I screamed as I pealed myself off the cement and ran for my life! I soon learned to be honest with myself and embrace those things I wasn’t innately gifted at. I had to for survival!

Street gangs of my era were a kinder gentler bunch. If we carried knives, they were made of rubber. If we carried guns, they were loaded with suction tipped darts. If we popped pills they were administered by a PEZ dispenser in the shape of a cartoon character.

We gambled and established our dominance against rival gangs by drawing a circle and shooting our marbles against theirs for possession. Oh we were bad! And if we dared to drink, it was in protest to being given too much milk and we retaliated by drinking Coca Cola!

We overran the sidewalks on our bikes, with playing cards attached to the spokes of our wheels by clothespins, creating a loud racket like gunfire. We would gather in the green grassy yards of our neighbors and scream blood curdling messages such as, “Red Rover, Red Rover, send Judy right over!” The neighborhood adults showed their fear by yelling, “Go play in your own yard or I'll call your mother!”

Everywhere I turned that night at the reunion was a friend with great memories. The more I thought of each and every friend, the more I realized I have become the embodiment of all of their actions and influences. This really started me thinking deeply about how important social impacts are in early child development. “Water may flow far from the spring, but every drop originates from the same beginning.” ME

Before there was GLEE, there was BCC!

The next night was our Bentley Concert Choir Reunion. This weekend just kept getting better. We began with cocktails and a roving gourmet dinner with more friends from the past and a deep realization of how each influenced my life in some way. There were 840 in attendance and with all those well trained voices in the room we had to cut a Christmas album (CD) right? It was amazing! The room was wired for sound in more ways than one. A professional DVD of the evening was also produced.

The Bentley Concert Choir Alumni directed by Dr. Jerry Smith

There was someone from every year and they came from all over the world to attend. Even our foreign exchange student, Stephan flew in from Austria to attend. Again, I can not express the impact this was having on someone who had lost his tongue! I was singing again, eating, drinking, socializing, and having the time of my life.

Sure, I was bandaged up, exhaustion was running trough my veins, and all had a concern I might pass out at some point. I have to admit, I was a bit worried about that too! Then there was the entertainment aside from our singing. Musicians from within our group entertained. There was plenty of talent oozing in the room and many, now professional entertainers all inspired by Doc. Theresa Goralski sang a flawless Ave Maria and RickyC rocked out the evening with his version of Queen’s, Bohemian Rhapsody! OMG!

The evening ended all too soon with a sing-a-long closing the reunion by turning the lights to a tender glow as we all hugged and softly sang Silent Night. IT ROCKED!

Driving Miss Penny

Sunday began a day of rest…oops not yet. I spent the afternoon with my friend Suzanne, who I ran into at the choir reunion. Her mother, Mrs. “Penny” Duprey (Ma) was the girls chorus teacher. Ma Duprey received her education from the famed Julliard School of Music in New York. After having a marvelous career, she settled in Michigan to raise her family and teach music. I befriended Mrs. Duprey, who lived a block away, at the suggestion of my father, after Mr. Duprey passed away.

My dad thought she might need help around the house, boy did she ever! I traded her vocal lessons for my maintenance services. She even asked me to sing for Suzanne’s wedding. I couldn’t have been more honored. We grew close and eventually took a long vacation together driving all the way across the United States, from Michigan to Los Angeles and back. She was the coolest old lady I’d ever met…another story, another day.

My humble beginings as a professional entertainer (1981)

That night I returned to Craig’s home and he had prepared surprise dinner; a delicately marinated venison fillet grilled to perfection! OMG! The perfect ending to a perfect weekend!

I was so exhausted and by now running on sheer adrenaline. I spent 3 days in bed to recover. I couldn’t lift my head off the pillow! I pushed myself to the limit and it was good, but a cold began to settle in and make me very miserable with a runny nose that wouldn’t relent!

There were so many people I missed and so many I only spoke with for a moment and somehow lost in the sea of 840. Everywhere I turned was a smiling face with tender memories!

Pieces of ME

One such friend was Chris Skotzke, who I haven't seen since we graduated. I only spoke with him briefly that evening and poof he was gone. About a week after my long recovery from the festivities, I received an email from Chris and I had a long cry. He explained he had intended to tell me how much I had influenced his life simply convincing him to try out for Select Chorus, but he couldn’t find me after our brief hello.

When we were in high school, he was looking for a class with no homework. While in journalism class , I suggested he try out for the boys Select Chorus, but he had never sung before. He would eventually be inducted into Concert Choir after acing a flawless audition. He felt my prodding changed his life and gave him all his wonderful memories, allowing him to be a part of today's reunion.

He explained, in detail, how he has become a full fledged deep voiced bass and can be found on the far right end of the second row in his church choir most every Sunday. Something he would not be participating in today, and enjoying immensely, without my influence.

His note was the best gift! It was detailed and emotional and brought me to tears. I had no idea a simple suggestion could make such a difference in someones life. Chris was also experiencing the same emotions that I was about the reunion.

When I look at the whole equation encompassing who we are today, it seems we each took with us in life a little piece of each other and to this day those attributes are still influencing our lives. What was insignificant to us at the time, has turned out to be mini life-altering events. WOW!

What more can I say???
Peace B

The Meaning of Life

I know it’s been awhile since I’ve updated, but I have had so much going on. I don’t know where to start! This year has just been amazing!

Have you ever asked yourself "why" something happens or pondered the meaning of life? Today we'll explore those thoughts.

Little Caesar Enterprises celebrated a 50 year anniversary in the spring. This December marks the 25th anniversary of Walin Enterprises, Inc., the company I founded when I became a franchisee of Little Caesars Pizza. The legacy would live on to become a successful part of many lives.


In 1984, after attending the University of Michigan, I signed my first franchise agreement becoming the youngest franchisee of Little Caesars Pizza at the time. I moved from Michigan to Fremont, California, incorporated my own business, and contracted my first restaurant to be built the following spring. I was young, cocky, and full of energy. Boy have things changed!

My life would follow a synergistic path that I feel I’m still on to this day. In August of this year I was able to play Master of Ceremonies to an audience of friends, business associates, and old employees. As I looked out over the crowd, I saw my entire professional career before me.

My trusted accountants and lawyers of over 25 years, fellow franchisees I’ve worked close with developing a strong and worthy co-op in the San Francisco area, and employees who became friends and later franchisees. And it was all playing out at my favorite East Bay restaurant, Papillion’s who has hosted many wondrous parties for me in the past, but none has ever been this sweet.


What made it all so spectacular is that I’m still alive to see it after all I've been through, and not just see it, but to be such a grand part of it. I’m not sure how wise it was to give a heavily medicated man that had a few drinks a microphone, but things went better than expected.

I’ve mellowed since many have last seen me. Cancer has not only changed my appearance, but my value system and allows me to see life and friendships on a whole different level. I’m not the boss anymore, but the patriarch of this group at my young age.

My whole life has been fast paced, most always being ahead of others my own age. Many nicknames have been given to me over the years: the Maverick, the Titan, the man who has it all, the Asshole. All of which I wear with pride. Well…not all, but they were well earned! The evening was almost like a roast/retirement/reunion/anniversary and then some party; a reflection of past, present, and future.


As most of my life has been, I feel this story is nothing short of extraordinary. This is a bit of how my presentation unfolded that evening:

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My life and our time here today are all about synergy and coming to understand the meaning of life:

Synergy (from the Greek syn-ergos, meaning working together) is the term used to describe a situation where different entities cooperate advantageously for a final outcome. Simply defined, it means that the whole is greater than the sum of the individual parts. Although the whole will be greater than each individual part, this is not the concept of synergy. If used in a business application it means that teamwork will produce an overall better result than if each person was working toward the same goal individually.

• A dynamic state in which combined action is favored over the sum of individual component actions.

• Behavior of whole systems unpredicted by the behavior of their parts taken separately. More accurately known as emergent behavior.

• The cooperative action of two or more stimuli or drugs.

Why do things happen in our lives? What I have learned over my short years is that there is NO answer to, "Why?" You will never find it. It is what it is, nothing more. But for those of you who refute that, then you will find there is only one of three possibilities:

1. GOD made it happen.

2. KARMA - It was fate and you made it happen by actions you have taken.

Or, my personal favorite…

3. SHIT HAPPENS!!!

In 1984 I moved to Fremont, California to follow my dream: to be an entrepreneur, found my own company, and become independent. I incorporated using the family name. It held a hidden meaning. Walin Enterprises, Inc. was known only by a few as "WE Inc." WE Inc. personified all that was built within would be accomplished by all participants feeling a part of its whole, a synergistic approach if you will.

As I grew up, my father always impressed upon me, nothing was his alone. It was “ours.” He always made it clear it was “our” home, “our” car, “our” whatever and if I ever slipped up, I was surely corrected.

Nothing was “mine.” So, to pay tribute to that philosophy, I searched for a befitting corporate name that would exemplify this. I found nothing that I could make sense of, so I settled on using the family name calling it Walin Enterprises, Inc. Before I had new letterhead and labels printed, I would send out company mail and realized the name was a pain in the ass to write with each envelope, so I shortened it to WE, Inc. and that’s when it hit me. How perfect that was to honor the idea that WE as a whole (meaning all involved) would make this company sound and profitable. Little did I know how far that little thought would go.

Synergy began to play its role and the following spring my very first restaurant was being built in my new home town. Far away from home and alone, it was sink or swim, and I knew how to swim!

As I waited for the construction to complete, I began to connect myself with the local government, media, and finding a great team of accountants I trusted. Most was accomplished in one afternoon after being invited to a birthday party for the Mayor. It’s amazing how well connected those guys are and how many business and government officials attend those little shindigs!

Everything fell into place. I was in all the local papers, and everybody was pulling for the young “kid” from Detroit. At that time there were a little over 500 Little Caesar locations nationwide and the Fremont location was the first in the San Francisco Bay area.

The first restaurant opened with a few setbacks. The Honorable Mayor Leon J. Mezzetti cut a celebratory ribbon and a grand party ensued. That night Mayor Mezzetti handed me a ten dollar bill saying, "I want to be the first customer of your new venture. Wishing you much success in our fine City of Fremont." He became a regular customer and good friend. His ten dollars still hangs in my home office today, behind a glass frame.

That Christmas, after only 6 months in business, my father passed away, leaving me without my rock to call every night and tell of all the daily events. Even though he was thousands of miles away, I always knew he was there with his never wavering support. I was lost, and that’s a story for another day.

That same year Roberto and Isabel Gonzolas moved to Fremont and settled with their three children. I would not meet them for years to come, but they would become a major part of the WE Inc. family in time.

Many grueling years went by. I was well established with 3 restaurants, president of a marketing co-op of 70, and flying back and forth to Los Angeles helping with our national commercial roll-out, and life couldn’t be better. As Fremont prospered due to the Silicon Valley boom, so did I. I was at the top of my game, with a home in the hills and MC Hammer for my neighbor. I had more hats then I could wear and still learning every step of the way.

The best advice I was ever given was from Denise Ilitch, the eldest daughter of the founder of Little Caesars: “Be a sponge,” was the simple advice she imparted at our very first meeting, and I sucked everything up!

In 1991 a young man entered my office looking for work, his name, Roberto Gonzolas, Jr. He was a good kid, mischievous, and fun to work with, but needed a kick in the pants now and then.

One evening, when young Roberto first started, I was in my office as he mopped the lobby floor. I noticed he was having a difficult time pushing and turning, scrubbing and stooping, and wringing that big mop. So, I went out to show him how to properly mop the floor saving time, labor, and making it easier to accomplish.

He understood and I returned to my office to watch Roberto Jr. on the monitor to see how he was doing. Nothing had changed! He was still mopping the same way he was before.

I flew out of the office. "Roberto! I thought you understood how to properly mop the floor," I bellowed.

"Yes sir, I do. I just wanted to see if you were still watching me!" he said with a grin as he straighted up and began to mop as instructed. That was Roberto, forever playful.

Though I didn’t work with him often, I liked young Roberto, a lot. I had a policy never to get involved with the parents of our younger employees unless there was a legal matter or serious concern that needed addressing. If a parent would call me personally about a scheduling conflict or a problem with time off I would always say, “Your child is old enough to handle these issues for themselves. They are not babies anymore. As long as we are following the law, you have no reason to call me. I did not hire you, I hired your child.”

Well, that ruffled a few feathers, but that’s what I believe and it was my company to set the rules and I made darn sure everybody knew them!

Because of this, I had no personal contact with Roberto’s parents for over a year until one afternoon when I received a frantic phone call from an employee named Ryan. “Brian, I can’t make it to work tonight! I was in a bad car accident with Roberto,” his voice was shaking. It turned out 4 of my employees, all from my different locations, had been in this accident. I didn't even know how they knew each other, but they all knew young Roberto.

Without hesitation I was on my way to the hospital. There in the lobby was the largest congregation of Mexicans I had ever seen. It seemed every family member, aunts, uncles, grandparents, and cousins some 3 times removed were there for the family, some from far away. Half of Mexico went missing that day! I don’t think I’ve ever seen that before. My entire family can fit in an average sized living room and this group overflowed onto the parking lot!

When I arrived, I immediately wanted to see Roberto, Jr. Ryan led me back to the ICU as the lobby congregation stared and wondered who the white guy was. There “beyond the glass door” was the funny little boy; Roberto, all tied up to machines as his parents Roberto Sr. and Isabel looked on with a doctor contemplating when to pull the plug. Young Roberto was brain dead. Erika, one of the girls involved, was killed instantly at the scene of the accident. Ryan was badly shaken and Murna, the fourth girl, was an emotional mess.

It was that day the Gonzolas family would become mine and vice versa. It was also the first time I met “the eyebrow.” Isabel has a way of expressing displeasure by raising one eyebrow and scowling. “And just WHO are you?” she sneered. I explained I was Roberto Jr's boss and she continued with, “Who let you back here? My own family isn’t allowed back here!” It was then that I realized that group that appeared to encompass half of Mexico was all her family and I walked right past them, naively led by Ryan.

After the two funerals, the restaurants took awhile to settle back into the groove, but the Gonzolas family was having a difficult time. I watched them fall apart. I felt so bad I wanted to do something, but what?

I would call Isabel nightly to talk. She only let a 2 or 3 people into her life at that time and shut all others out, but why me? Why a total stranger? Let’s just put that in the “shit happens” category. We would talk all night on the phone until 4 in the morning sometimes. I even spent a night with Isabel and the family priest talking and drinking at her home.

Do you know priests drink??? Can you imagine? That evening we polished off three bottles of wine and called it a night at 6 AM! I had to get up and make dough in a few hours and he had to give a sermon! As you can see, it was… what ever it took to get the family back on track!

A few years of this could kill a man. Indeed a few years had passed and Isabel needed to get back to work. My then current Office Manager and childhood friend I grew up with, Debbie, was leaving WE Inc. to venture off with her husband on a new family business and I needed a replacement. Isabel stepped up and offered to take Deb’s place. I thought it would be a great idea. However, Roberto Sr. leaned over at that moment and whispered, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you!” I probably should have listened. After all, he had more experience with Isabel than I.

It was a struggle. It wasn’t “our” office. She tried to claim it and all its contents for herself and I would protest saying, “Dammit Isabel!” If I had a dollar for every time I said that! She had a very hard time understanding who the boss was. We soon learned that being in the office at the same time wasn’t the best idea. So, she often avoided the office when I was there. Her job didn’t require set hours. As long as the work was done, I was happy.

I took my first personal vacation in over 10 years of owning WE Inc. and she was left in charge. I could have strangled her when she would call me with problems she should have managed alone! There were enough arguments over the years I think some of the employees thought we were married. We still don’t fully get along to this day, but we both know we are in each other’s lives for a reason. After all, shit happens! Perhaps it was balance, I let her know when I’m right AND I let her know when she’s wrong. Get it?

In 1995 I became deathly ill. I was given 3 months to live and Isabel would say, “Don’t you leave me with all this crap to handle by myself!” Life has always centered around that woman in her mind, even if YOU are the one dying! I wasn’t going to leave her with it, but I would devise a good compromise in the future!

After 4 months I was still alive and growing stronger. The doctors were wrong, imagine that, and I still had a little more time on this grand planet. Isabel was doing her best with some occasional help from Deb and even my dear friend, Joy stepping in to help with some of my personal things.

What do you do when you’ve been told you will die and you outlive your expiration date? P-A-R-T-Y!!! That year we threw one hell of a Company Christmas bash, Tens of Thousands of Dollars on a party, a block long Jacuzzi limo, and outrageous gifts! Hey, I was dying and I couldn’t take it with me!

Joy and I flew to Vegas and booked the best suite high atop the Mirage Hotel on the strip. We did the town and more money poured out of my pockets. This is what you do when you’re dying, right??? Though I’d do it all again in a heart beat, I wish I had some of that cash today!

I grew stronger and continued running the company, removing myself from some of the other obligations I had created over the years. I would concentrate solely on the restaurants and the Easter Seal Telethons that had become a WE Inc. family tradition.

Many years would pass and I found it time to move on. I was tired, my body drained to the point of exhaustion. Illness had stolen my work ethic. My heart was no longer in it. I hated coming to work emotionally and physically drained. I just needed time to put life into perspective. My grand business career that I had begun at such a young age was coming to an early end. So, at the young age of 38, I planned an early retirement. The Gonzolas family offered to buy WE Inc. and keep it alive to honor our friendship and their son Roberto. Well… and to make a shitload of money too, let’s be honest!

Eight years would pass and in 2007 retirement wasn’t so bad, but once again I became ill with oral cancer. I sought the best doctors in the Bay Area. I zeroed in on UCSF with the reassurance of Warren Buffett, who's wife Susan was treated for her oral cancer, by the same team of doctors that delivered my horrific news. I was going to lose my tongue and I didn't like what I was hearing. I needed a second opinion for this rare cancer.

I found myself at MD Anderson Cancer Center in Houston being sliced, diced, micro-waved and poisoned and there was Isabel selflessly by my side as they ripped out my cancerous tongue and replaced it with my forearm and forced to survive through a feeding tube. (see past blog posts!) She was my caregiver and patient advocate during those hardest moments. Many of my Little Caesar friends stepped up including an ex-franchisee Pasty, who used to own franchises in Hawaii. Patsy flew from Illinois, leaving work and stayed with me during my chemo and radiation treatments when Isabel had to return to California to take back the helm of WE Inc.

For some reason I’m still here. Why? Shit happens! After being subjected to a feeding tube for over 2 years and learning to speak, swallow, and eat all over again, I live. I beat the odds yet again and I'm enjoying every breath.

Now here we are in 2009 celebrating a life of synergy: a 10 year anniversary for the Gonzolas family, 25 year anniversary of Walin Enterprises, Inc., a 50 year anniversary of Little Caesars itself, friendship, love, life, death, and everything in between. Life just couldn’t get any better even with the tragedy within! Or could it? Remember: "There will never be a rainbow without a torrid rain."ME

And this is the short version!!!!

Now if you haven’t figured out the meaning of life yet from all of this…well… you’re an idiot. Go back and read this again!

SEASONS EATINGS!

Peace B

Happy Holidays!