Greg & I were best buds for many years. We were in the same general neighborhood, but he lived just south of the North/South Mercer Junior High dividing line & I just north. So we went to different schools until Senior High. During the summers we would ride our bikes to the South Shopping Center and goof around on the lake swimming or rocking an afternoon away staring at the sky from his folks 28' sailboat, wondering where the future would take us. Greg's folks wanted him to try the UW where his father was a researcher and prof. He agreed, but the UW & the frat he tried didn't suit him and soon he was looking for another path for his life. He found it driving trucks, first hay & grain trucks near Walla Walla during the summers, then the big 18 wheelers all over the west. We lost track of each other for several years, but as Christy's & my wedding approached in 1983, I found him through his parents and he attended our ceremony which was great. He said it was hard to know where he'd be in the future and I was fine with that, happy he was doing something he loved. We never met again. Later I was sad to hear he had been killed in a truck maneuvering accident near Portland, OR. His obituary said he had married and had several children, which was wonderful to hear. So long Greg!
Mark Cook
Greg & I were best buds for many years. We were in the same general neighborhood, but he lived just south of the North/South Mercer Junior High dividing line & I just north. So we went to different schools until Senior High. During the summers we would ride our bikes to the South Shopping Center and goof around on the lake swimming or rocking an afternoon away staring at the sky from his folks 28' sailboat, wondering where the future would take us. Greg's folks wanted him to try the UW where his father was a researcher and prof. He agreed, but the UW & the frat he tried didn't suit him and soon he was looking for another path for his life. He found it driving trucks, first hay & grain trucks near Walla Walla during the summers, then the big 18 wheelers all over the west. We lost track of each other for several years, but as Christy's & my wedding approached in 1983, I found him through his parents and he attended our ceremony which was great. He said it was hard to know where he'd be in the future and I was fine with that, happy he was doing something he loved. We never met again. Later I was sad to hear he had been killed in a truck maneuvering accident near Portland, OR. His obituary said he had married and had several children, which was wonderful to hear. So long Greg!