Greg was one of the few I called a close friend. We would always match up on the football practice field. He felt I was the only one that would give as much as I got. A complete falsehood however, nobody could give Greg as much as he dished out. But we were partners and routed for each other. I recall when Greg was looking for a car, and he really liked my '63 Impala SS, so I sold it to him for exactly what I paid for it. When I would see Greg bombing around town with his crew, Alvin "Smokey" Hall and Ben Nagee (not sure of Ben's last name spelling) and others, I felt good that I was part of his first car experience. I loved Greg like a brother. My dad and I always told him, if he needed a place to crash, he was always welcome at our house. In fact, I think Greg was more welcome than myself. A son father thing, happens to a lot of people. My only regret is that I didn't make myself more available to him as time went on. Perhaps my influence could've made a difference in his life choices and he might still be with us. I'm sure we'll hook up in heaven, I'll be looking for the big grin, the one reserved for his closet friends God bless and keep you my friend until we meet again. RIP.