You just have to know Greg! He is one of the funniest and goofiest guys I have ever met. For most of my life, I actually thought I was related to him since he always seemed to be showing up at every family function. His nickname for me is "Handlebar" - lovingly dubbed from many years of girlish pigtails. My last personal encounter was in May when we were pulling into a restaurant parking lot, and he came dashing out throw himself across the hood of our van meanwhile yelling something about women drivers. You should have seen the face of the poor man that saw the whole encounter. I was not sure if I should get out of the van. . . I do not embarrass easily, but Greg can make me almost duck out of sight at times. He definitely is not a person for the faint hearted! :-)
Anyway, back to Greg. . . Nope, wait a minute. . .First you need to hear about Pavarotti! I will admit that I felt a twinge of sadness to read of his death. As soon as I heard the news I decided to call Troy, but when I turned on my phone I found two new messages - both from Greg. I ended up laughing so hard when I was through listening!!!! Wish I could have somehow posted them. He was telling us not to be sad since "this Papalochee guy died. There's finally going to be some peace around here. No more caterwauling from the balcony. Nope, he's gone. Now you can get some real music like Alice Cooper." It was so Greg. "We are calling to tell you that your membership to the Papalochee fan club is expired because, well. . .he's expired, too." Yup, it was Greg-style.
The next time I heard from him was last Thursday (I think.). He had a great money making scheme for my bed rest. This "idea" all stemmed from some friend of his who did a prank like get painted as a dead person, spent hours in a coffin at some spook house or something and was paid about $50 an hour. He saw no reason why I would not want to make money with this bed rest. :-)
Thanks, Greg, but I think I will "pass."