by Lyle R. Hill  
A GreekTragedy?  
could feel it as soon as I slid into  
the passenger seat of his sleek  
black Mercedes Benz. Something  
was wrong, seriously wrong. The  
tone of his voice, the look in his  
eye and the demeanor of his per-  
sona … Something was amiss, but I  
wasn’t going to pry. So off we drove  
in silence on what could only be  
described as a beautiful mid-Au-  
gust Saturday afternoon.  
I have admired the oft-quoted  
and seldom-disputed Greek philos-  
opher Louis Garbisopolous (aka the New York Yankees. This was what was troubling my good friend.  
Lou Garbis) for more than 30 years. not the first time Lou and I had  
“Lou,” I finally said, “what’s  
We met in the mid-1980s when taken in a sporting event together. wrong? What’s troubling you?”  
both of us were trying to carve out Lou was himself a very fine athlete  
careers for ourselves. Mine was in in his younger years, and I was  
“My life is ruined. All is lost.”  
My mind began to race. What  
the architectural glass and metal even proud of the fact that he had kind of a problem could he be fac-  
business, while Lou toiled in the once bruised and scarred my body ing? Was his beautiful and talented  
insurance and surety bonding busi- for life in a basketball game some wife Phyllis ill? Could one of his  
ness. It did not take me long to years back in Lombard, Ill. The highly accomplished children be  
appreciate Lou for his analytical lumps and scratches were a badge in trouble?  
prowess as well as his innate abil- of honor and, when he fouled out  
“Lou,” I offered, “let me buy you  
ity to read and quickly understand of the game just a few minutes into a gyro sandwich. They always perk  
people of all walks. We traveled the second quarter, I was almost you up.”  
together and despite the fact that sad to see him go. On this fine  
his driving almost killed us twice on August evening, Lou had gotten  
“Not tonight, Lyle. It won’t help.”  
“Lou, you’re killing me. Please  
one particular trip through Nevada, the tickets for the Sox game and tell me what’s wrong.”  
I came to fully trust and respect would drive while I was to pay for  
him … and still do to this day. the parking, food and drink.  
With a deep sigh he began. “Lyle,  
as you know, my family came to  
He is charming, witty and deeply  
From my house to the park—a your country from Greece when  
philosophical in nature, as many drive that took about 45 minutes— I was but a lad. For practical rea-  
of Greek heritage often are. His Lou said virtually nothing. When sons we shortened our name when  
philosophical teachings are widely we arrived at the parking lot, the we settled into a west side neigh-  
accepted and he is regularly quot- attendant asked for $6. I handed borhood where the Greek popu-  
ed by many a writer and speaker, Lou a twenty expecting ten back in lation was dominant. I worked at  
myself included. People throughout change. Without any hesitation, he my uncle’s Greek delicatessen and  
the surety bonding, insurance and passed the twenty to the man out- grocery and attended the Greek  
construction field know and admire side his window and said “keep the Cathedral in the neighborhood. I  
him. He is a remarkable individual. change.” Lou is like that. Generous have studied Greek philosophers  
On this particular day, we were to a fault!  
and the history of that country. I  
on our way to U.S. Cellular Field As we found our seats and the married a wonderful Greek woman  
on Chicago’s near south side to game started, I could take no more. and have immersed myself in all  
watch the Chicago White Sox play I was starving, but I had to find out things Greek since my youth.”  
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You sure you don’t want that  
“I have told no one of this until And you’ll always be Greek to me.”  
gyro, Lou?”  
He waved his big right hand at  
just now, Lyle.”  
“Then this is not a problem at all,  
“And my secret is safe with you?”  
“Of course, Lou. Who am I going  
me and continued. “But now, after Lou. Most of us live our lives think- to tell? By the way, what did the  
all these years, I find out that I am ing or pretending to be something test conclude?”  
not Greek at all.”  
we are not. Delusion and confusion  
are everywhere. And besides, we  
“I am mostly Italian, Lyle.”  
“Interesting. So, want some  
What? How do you know this?”  
DNA testing, Lyle, and it is 100 live in a time when a person can be pizza?”  
percent accurate. Do you know whatever they want to be wheth-  
what this means? I speak Greek, I er it makes any sense or not. It’s Lyle R. Hill is the managing director of  
lecture on Greek history and cul- almost impossible to separate the Keytech North America and a former  
ture. I live in a Greek world. What pretenders and wanna-bees from owner of a window film company in the  
am I going to do?”  
Lou, does anyone else know  
about this?  
the real deals, Lou.  
“So let it go. Your heart and mind experience in window film and glass-  
are Greek and your soul is, too. related industries.  
Midwest. He has more than 35 years of  
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