Gregg was in a couple of my Jr High classes (Mr Vassik's class) and we got to be good friends even though we weren't all that similar personalities in that I always thought Gregg was kind of out there and I know he thought I was kind of square. In retrospect, at the time, we were both right though we just wouldn't admit it. Gregg would stop by once in a while and we would share Vassik's homework. He introduced me to underground radio WMMR early FM days. I lost track of Gregg (or "Gig" as he used to call himself for some reason) after HS. Then one day, I am sitting at the light Main & Egypt Rd. And this loud, tall handle barred chopper pulls up next to me. I thought what does this guy want. The biker with a German helmet looks over, smiles and says, Hey Mark...It's Gig. We both laughed hysterically and pointed at each other and drove off. Well I never would have known. Later I think he became our letter carrier for a short while and we went our separate ways again. May you rest in peace brother.
Mark Call
Gregg was in a couple of my Jr High classes (Mr Vassik's class) and we got to be good friends even though we weren't all that similar personalities in that I always thought Gregg was kind of out there and I know he thought I was kind of square. In retrospect, at the time, we were both right though we just wouldn't admit it. Gregg would stop by once in a while and we would share Vassik's homework. He introduced me to underground radio WMMR early FM days.I lost track of Gregg (or "Gig" as he used to call himself for some reason) after HS. Then one day, I am sitting at the light Main & Egypt Rd. And this loud, tall handle barred chopper pulls up next to me. I thought what does this guy want. The biker with a German helmet looks over, smiles and says, Hey Mark...It's Gig. We both laughed hysterically and pointed at each other and drove off. Well I never would have known. Later I think he became our letter carrier for a short while and we went our separate ways again. May you rest in peace brother.