Friday, January 13, 2006


Who is Greg Burr? Kudos to those who remember. Greg came to Two Rivers for one year - our senior year. And he graduated with us. He was generally accepted by the masses. Personally, I thought he was an ass. He was smug and snotty. I could be wrong. But I think he came from Texas.

I have two memories of this dolt. Both are from my second semester consumer economics class with Mr. Rusch. Mr. Rusch's legs were about five feet long. But I digress.

We had this class in fifth hour. Based on my proximity prior to the bell ringing, I would generally find myself to be one of the first students to enter the class each day. One day Mr. Rusch had a test scheduled. And he had the words "Test today" written on the board. Inevitably some students would come in, see those words and in a disappointed voice say something like "Woah... test today" - as if they were unaware, or had simply forgotten. This was common in all classes.

On this one particular day, Greg walked in and had the same reaction - and made the comment out loud to himself. I was the only other person in the room at the time. Well, Greg actually walked out of the room, disappeared, and came back about two minutes later. By this time,the room was almost full. And several of our classmates were making the woah, test today-type comments. And Greg (as if he had just entered the room for the first time) made a shocked reaction as well, and joined in.

In other words, he was starved for attention and needed an audience to hear his "shocked" reaction.


About a month later, Mr. Rusch broke us down into groups for a small in-class project. As luck would have it, I was put in a group with Wyatt Wood and Greg Burr. I had no problem with Wyatt. Wyatt and I got along fine. I liked Wyatt. But I despised Greg Burr. Unfortunately, Wyatt was out sick that day. So when Mr. Rusch told us to break off into our groups, I was disgruntled. So much so, that I decided not to move. I was a stranger to Greg. And he didn't have the balls to approach me. I just sat there and started doing something else. About 10 minutes later, Mr. Rusch looked down on me and said, "Burt, do you want to go work with Greg?" He wasn't really asking me. He was telling me. I looked at Mr. Rusch, shook my head, and calmly said, "no." Mr. Rusch looked bewildered. But amazingly, he accepted my stance! For the rest of the hour, he didn't bother me.

The next day Wyatt came back. And the three of us played together just fine. That was my last contact with Greg Burr.

Today, Greg appears to have moved to Houston. I've been to Houston three times in the last few years. We have friends down there. We're potentially going back over Labor Day weekend. So there's a possibility I could run into him. Maybe I should look him up. Then again, maybe not. If you want to E-mail Greg, I believe he can be found at GREG.BURR@HP.COM.

UPDATE - 11/11/06 - Here is Greg from our senior video.

UPDATE - 1/29/07 - It looks like Greg may have been married at one time, to a woman named Heidi. But it looks like they're divorced.


At Thu Jan 26, 10:36:00 PM PST, Blogger the_meff said...

My post-Freshman year exit kept me from ever having contact with this person.

Sounds like one of the few good things to come out of the move!

At Fri Jan 27, 03:23:00 PM PST, Blogger Brad Strouf said...

Greg Burr did indeed come to us from Texas, due to a job transfer that took dad, mom, Greg and younger brother Steve to the fine city of TR. Greg was only with us one year, although he was with me two. He and I were college roommates our freshman year at Stevens Point. Greg missed his family and transferred back to Texas after our first year. His family had once again been shuffled due to job transfer...I don't know what his dad did for a living, but it sure got them moved around a lot.

Greg is still living in or around Houston as far as I know, he got married in 1995, which gave me a chance to visit Houston...I wasn't terribly impressed, and he got divorced somewhere around 2000. I haven't heard from him since.

His brother Steve made national TV on of those expose shows (60 Minutes, or something like that) because of a botched stomach staple operation. He sued the physician and was awarded a huge sum of money. I apparently chose the wrong "Burr" to become friends with...damn.

At Fri Feb 03, 05:18:00 AM PST, Blogger drew konop said...

greg, brad and i tried to make homemade wine in the summer of '89. i passed out on a waterbed, puked and swore never to do it again. we also used to listen to 2 live crew on greg's mix cd. another thing i won't be doing.

At Fri Feb 03, 09:16:00 AM PST, Blogger Brad Strouf said...

Holy shit! I forgot about the wine...damn.

Budding alcoholics, even back then. Frozen strawberry margarita mix, sugar, water and yeast. Mixed up in a plastic two liter bottle, stored away in Burr's closet for a week.

We're lucky to have our sight, hell, we're lucky to still be alive. That was the most vile, sticky, disgusting concoction I have ever consumed.

Only Drew would remember that one...I can't wait for your profile...I got lots of stuff, Andy.

At Sun Feb 05, 08:44:00 PM PST, Blogger SonnyKidd said...

Tennis anyone? Loser drinks a shot of Yukon. BRILLIANT!

At Mon Feb 06, 08:02:00 AM PST, Blogger Brad Strouf said...

Why did we find the need to incorporate alcohol into everythng we did....????

At Wed Feb 15, 10:03:00 PM PST, Blogger SonnyKidd said...

Not sure, but who wants some yummy feed corn?!?

At Thu Feb 16, 08:57:00 PM PST, Blogger Brad Strouf said...

Oh yeah...the corn...that belongs in Drew's post.

At Thu Apr 13, 08:52:00 AM PDT, Blogger MarkC said...

Brad, you may have some insight on this... did Burr's car seem to always go 100+mph. I vaguely remember a late night ride home for N.H. or Kiel on HWY X in Burr's Honda when we nearly crossed paths with a train. Even with the sudden stop (and wait) for the train... we still made that trip back to TR in under 25 minutes.

Didn't Grag's father own some factory by the hospital in Mtwc. I have some memory of climbing to the top to throw frozen water/saw dust bombs.

At Thu Apr 20, 05:31:00 PM PDT, Blogger MarkC said...

I have a slight memory of Greg joining us on the tennis team our senior year. True???

At Fri Apr 28, 04:18:00 PM PDT, Blogger Brad Strouf said...

Very good Mark, all true. Burr either could not or would not drive anywhere near the speed limit...He pushed that little Honda Civic to it's limits constantly.

His dad worked/owned? a small place near the hospital, we uh, entered the place under somewhat shaky legal grounds one night and drank beer on the roof. Yes, you threw shit at cars...

He did play tennis our senior year, more for the social aspect than the athletic aspect I would suspect.


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