A demon of the slopes practically as soon as he could walk, an accomplished driver before he turned 5, a country boy born in the city, a bright light, a man who quite literally walked on water (on water skis anyway), probably the most easily liked person I have ever known, a ferocious badminton partner, a born athlete, the beautiful reflection of his wonderful parents, the wonderful equal of his beautiful wife – Cousin, you are missed….
In memory of John Whitney Rust, Jr.
