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January 2, 2015.
Finding the beginning of the story is not as easy as pulling on a little thread that results in the unravelling of a favourite sweater, but to paraphrase from an exceptional piece of American literature, when I was nearly sixty one, my husband Greg was nearly destroyed. When he was finally 'released' his fears of never being able to conduct business were assuaged, and he was not haunted by his experience. He couldn't have cared less about the year that had been stolen. When enough days had gone by to enable us to look back on events, we sometimes discussed the events that led to his arrest. I maintain that Katrina and the temptation of Federal money started it all, but Greg, who is four years my senior, said it started long before that.
Scholars, economists, politicians, and social theorists will have time to debate the demise of manufacturing in North America, but it is certain that the consequential events of the 20th Century found industry in the crosshairs of market forces and global expansion. We learned about industrial cities decaying into rust belts and watched, paralyzed, as one by one, factories closed and opportunity and employment evaporated. It was during a time like this, that I happened to read in the business section of the Globe and Mail newspaper, that a buyout had failed, and I encouraged my husband to call management at Nasgo and see if he could resurrect interest and perhaps buy the arm that was 'for sale'.
And so it was. And that is how Greg bought MBI.
