Death don't have no mercy. This I know.

My wife and I spent 8/2/97 at the Gorge with Greg. He was a compulsive sharer, whether it was recorded music or water on the hot, dry floor of that venue.

We were right underneath the light board during Hood when Trey looked our way and said "Chris..." That's my name, and both my wife and I did a double take before realizing Trey had meant "the other Chris." Greg witnessed this momentary lapse of reason and doubled over laughing as the lights went out and a billion stars came into view.

I lost touch with Greg over the years, but I never forgot him. He was a sweet and gentle man, and that's more than enough.

Goodbye Greg.