Eric Dennison
I shared an office with Greg for many years. We hadn't spoken for a few months when I heard he was ill again, so I gave him a call to see if I could help out in any way. Five minutes into the conversation he was trying to figure out what he could help me out with. That's just how he was. I remember one spring with a lot of storms and bad weather. One night the power went out at the plant, so Greg was in by 2 or 3 a.m. to help with start up. At the end of the afternoon safety meeting, he announced he was going straight home, eat something and fall asleep in his chair. So the next morning I asked how his big night went, and he replied with "Welllllll…..". He had come across a lady and her kids bogged down in one of Decatur's many flooded underpasses. 3 hours or so later, he finally made it home. That's how he was, he could no more walk away from someone in need than he could stop calling everybody Biscuit. Getting to know Greg was a real privilege for me, you could put his picture next to good neighbor in the dictionary.
