The World According to GAP
(Greg Allen Phillips)
I had a friend when I was at the University of Northern Iowa who was. . .well, it's hard to describe Greg. We shared a taste for whiskey, H. L. Mencken, Mark Twain, lilacs, Ray Charles, and puncturing phonies. We didn't share much else, although it might have been nice. He was the only man who ever got me to sit through a Country Western concert. He had been a sailor, a hobo, a bartender, a oil-field worker, a truck driver, and a golf semi-pro. We were in a writing class together, and when he finally disappeared from the university and my life, he left his writings with me. I wish I could write like he could! Greg, if you are out there, I still have a bottle of Scotch with your name on it.