Detroit Free Press from Detroit, Michigan on November 2, 1986 · Page 114
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Detroit Free Press from Detroit, Michigan · Page 114

Detroit, Michigan
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Sunday, November 2, 1986
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On tha fashion page: The Soho area of New York City has become a center of art and fashion. Linnea Lannon reports on Page 7. Sunday, Nov. 2, 138S V.I.P. PAGE VOLUNTEER COLUMN DISABLED IN DETROIT DETROIT FREE PRESS Call Tht Way Wa Live: 222-6610 FASHION PAGE Ilicltie ncUhirtcr A pal spills the beans: All men arc gear heads "All men are gear heads," said my friend Thomas. "It is one secret of our success." Heaven knows I love secrets, men and success. I set about wheedling more information from this defector. I'm going to blab, but first we need to define terms. What is a gear head? When I was in high school, a gear head was a boy who loved his car more than anything, even girls. L'amour was only a weekend thing. The car was an everyday passion. When not in school or hanging out, gear heads could be found in their garages and driveways up to their shoulders in axle grease, 10-W-30 motor oil, GumOut and STP. They babbled, joyfully, about overhead cams. Certainly not all men are obsessed with cars. Even if they were, how could that be a secret of success? I pondered this. Anything other than females I've just about decided that being a gear head, in Thomas' view, means being passionately interested in and committed to something, other than females. The something can be anything. Compelling, obsessive interest is the important part. Examples: Photographers who never leave home without at least three cameras hung around their necks. In small bags carried over their shoulders each has four or five extra lenses, assorted light filters, two light meters and a dozen rolls of every kind of film known to the mind of Minolta. Most of this is rarely used, but such people are as irresistibly drawn to photo supply stores as children are drawn to Good Humor trucks. Sportsmen to whom hunting and fishing seasons are higher holy days than Yom Kippur or Christmas. They are avid collectors of rods, reels, rifles, other gear. It is impossible for these people to pass Eddie Bauer's without buying armloads. The L.L. Bean catalog is on the coffee table year around, right next to Field and Stream magazine and bound copies of NRA and Ducks Unlimited publications. Such people can lecture on the history of the moose in North America, and do, usually at cocktail parties. Golfers with low handicaps. Although such persons rarely admit as much, each secretly believes he is practically a pro. He lives at the golf course his, yours, any golf course. He plans business meetings near golf courses. All vacation plans include easy access to same. His favorite way of entertaining is to suggest a game of golf. A set of clubs, a pair of golf shoes and four putters, minimum, are always in his car. If his daughter's wedding conflicts with a televised golf tournament, the wedding date will be changed. A union outside of marriage Thomas may be correct. Although we can't say all men are gear heads, many seem to list heavily in that direction. Many seem to fall passionately in love with one area of human understanding or endeavor and to see in it the possibility of perfect union and harmony with the self. Women imagine such perfect union in terms of marriage and the family most of the time. So it seems. Men easily extend the passion, in fine focus, to segments of the world beyond. This ability to give 110 percent to whatever turns them on, damn the cost or criticism, may be one masculine secret of success, transferable to the business world. I don't know if women can learn the trick. I don't know if we should try. I wonder what the other secrets are. OQ0nQoCDnQ9 ,1,7 'N I tJHIIMf- ' Jli . I . V y 1 i . MllMIUMI I I i n "Jr' a teMr 1 I N -fl V Ma i J K.f-1 I . David Tyll's black 1 980 Ford Bronco, license plate 447 HRZ. It could be Brian Ognjan anywhere: under brush, under ground, under water, out of state. i By ERIC KINKOPF Free Press Stall Writer ost people shrug off a wrong number. But when Helen Ognjan's phone rings and no one answers her hello, she thinks that maybe, just maybe, it is her son Brian, struggling to explain why he left so suddenly and why he has been gone so long. Sometimes she hears nothing but silence. Other times, a stranger's voice voice mutters, "Sorry." But always comes the click, sudden and cold and sure to whisk her from her eerie daydream. It has been more than 1 1 months since Brian Ognjan, then 27, and David Tyll, also 27, of Troy, left on a hunting trip. No one has heard from them since. No one has seen their vehicle. No one is even exactly sure where they headed after leaving Ognjan's St. Clair Shores home. "People don't just disappear," says Catherine Tyll, 56, David's mother. But these men did. Without a trace. "MOST MISSING PEOPLE are found about the time a report is made," says Detective Charles Usher of the St. Clair Shores police. "I've never had (a missing person's case) where there was no lead or anything," says Detective Sgt. Norman Maxwell of the Michigan State Police. "Everyone says you've got to be realistic," says Catherine Tyll. "But you don't have to be realistic." Not yet, anyway. Because there is no proof that Brian George Ognjan (ON-jan) and David Kenneth Tyll are dead. Just as there is no proof that they are still alive. OGNJAN AND TYLL left Ognjan's small, orange-brick ranch house at the corner of Jefferson and Euclid in Tyll's black 1 980 Ford Bronco at about 3 p.m on Friday, Nov. 22. The men, who met as young boy scouts at a Troop 66 Boy Scout meeting at St. Raymond's parish in northeast Detroit, were expected to join an impromptu hunting party of David's relatives that evening at the Tyll cabin near White Cloud, a four-hour drive northwest from Detroit. Although they were well outfitted for the trip, neither man was considered a serious hunter. Neither had bought a hunting license, according to police. They were better characterized, according to friends and relatives, as "scenery viewers," content with nursing a beer and watching for deer. "David was such a softie," says Catherine Tyll, a registered nurse. "He never wanted to talk about bloody things (like that). I think he just liked to be outdoors ... and to say he went hunting." David, one of 13 children, was tall and thin six-foot-two, 175 pounds with green eyes, short brown hair and a beard. He was married and worked as a machinist for his father-in-law. He was See MISSING, Page 6 A t; 3 David Tyll A year later, fate of two pals who went hunting is still a mystery 1 J. I HUGH GRANNUMDetroit Free Press George and Helen Ognjan. When David Tyll and Brian paired up against David's wife and Brian's girlfriend in pinochle, they communicated with secret signals. "The girls would get mad," says Helen Ognjan. lifWiiiiL i ; 1 : I 1 v iln P$ i: i I ;l n(l 4 ' v if t lit j if i ( I , I - j ill" ; ttiiit urn fj 0 i-y - " - -t t,m - a--'-- A 1 I HUGH GRANNUMDetroit Free Press R I 'II 1 Catherine and Arthur Tyll. "David was such a softie says Catherine, a registered nurse. "He never wanted to talk about bloody things. I think he just liked to be outdoors . . . and to say he went hunting." Anyone with information concerning the disappearance of David Tyll or Brian Ognjan can call Troy police at 524-3477 anytime or 524-3448, 8 to 4 weekdays; St. Clair Shores police at 445-5300 anytime or 445-5305, 8 to 4 weekdays, or the Northville post of the Michigan State Police at 348-1505 anytime. Somewhere in time, a practical romantic By MARJ JACKSON LEVIN Free Press Staff Writer She's rich and famous, thin and talented, has loving parents, two adorable children and a marriage that she describes as "the sexiest, most mature, most affectionate marriage that I can imagine possible." A baronial Tudor estate in England is the family's first residence, and a contemporary Los Angeles house the place to live while working. Little wonder actress Jane Seymour considers herself an authority on living a romantic life. Anyone can live an imaginative life-style, says Seymour, 35, in town Tuesday promoting her book, "Jane Seymour's Guide to Romantic Living" (Atheneum; $19.95). Between the two jacket photographs of Seymour in a low-cut gauzy gown are her insights on how everyone, even the plain and poor among us, can accomplish this. "It's those special moments that feed the heart," Seymour says, settling into a green velvet chaise lounge at the Detroit Club. "If you do romantic things, romance will come to you. It's a matter of attitude." READING THE BOOK without meeting Seymour can cause a queasy reaction. Perhaps it's the simplicity of the writing: "Don't sit around complaining that life is dreary, your marriage is dreary. You are the one who J J HUGH GRANNUMDetroit Free Press Jane Seymour: "If you do romantic things, romance will come to you." is dreary if you think that life is dull. Life isn't, so long as you look up and around, and see and share the magic and wonder in you, in your loved ones, in tha; trees and the flowers, and everything all around you." Or the queasiness could be the result of simple envy that comes from leafing through the gorgeous array of the book's color photographs. There's Seymour, strolling with Christopher Reeve on Mackinac Island in the film "Somewhere in Time;" playing Mozart's young sexy wife in the Broadway production of "Amadeus;" posing on the grounds of her estate, St. Catherine's Court; dining on the Orient Express with her businessman-husband, David Flynn; looking ravishing in white lacy frocks with daughter Katie, 4, or simply looking pretty in pink and pregnant with Sean, now just under two years old. Is Jane Seymour the Romantic for real? IN PERSON, Seymour is a little less than she appears. For her trip to Detroit, her five-foot-one, 110-pound frame is clad in a very short black wool skirt, red wool sweater with a sexy slit across the bosom, lacy black stockings and a dynamite black leather jacket trimmed in black fox. She considers her short stature and small breasts unfortunate but compensates by standing on boxes in scenes with tall leading men and padding her bra. She does like her long hair and slanted hazel green eyes: "I'm sure I have some Oriental blood from somewhere." Because she advises women to dress in whatever "character you want to be that day," we ask what role she's playing. "Everything I have on is from Paris, and it's all practical. I have eight appointments today and no time to change. I didn't get any sleep last night, so I put on bright red lipstick and the sweater. Red looks good on television and nothing wrinkles." THE ENERGETIC Seymour appears to be a practical romantic. She wrote the book, she says, because she considers romance a neces- suy. nuiienuuus uimga nave amays Happened. There have been plagues, wars; it's the media today that makes it all seem so overwhelming." That's why we must have romance, she says, though the women's movement set it back a bit. She considers herself a feminist and is glad to see romance in the reruns.-"You can pursue a career without losing irnur fomininifv " cha cave Mpn lnno fnr romance too: "I autographed books for 70 men at Macy's yesterday." Seymour admits that nannies, a cook and servant staff provide her a support system to allow her to pursue the romantic life, as well See SEYMOUR. Page 6 1

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