When Greg was 16 and he had his license, about a week or so after he got his very own car he took out almost all his friends to breakfast including his little dorky brother. i remember that day like it was yesterday he was so excited to have his very own car, it was a 1998 Isuzu Rodeo brand spankin new off the lot at the dealership. Anyways he piled in so many people into that car that i had to ride in the trunk. Luckily it was an SUV so i wasn't trapped in as if it were a trunk on a car but it was still uncomfortable but anyways we all went to the local breakfast hangout in Edina the local Perkins, there was like 9 of us and even though there were so many people with him there was still room for me, his younger brother. I always tried to tag along with him and his friends because i didnt have many growing up, and this time i got to go. I remember i ended up eating like way too much food because i got a big meal plus all his friends kept feeding me more and more. Greg was just laughing the whole time at me and kept telling me i didnt need to eat it all but i wanted to be cool with all his friends and so i just kept eating. i think i ended up eating over 20 pancakes along with a normal breakfast meal and MAN was i full, but i realized later on in life that i didnt need to eat all that food that morning just to fit in with my brother and his friends because no matter what i did my brother almost always let me come with and feel like one of the gang. and he didnt have to i mean he could of left me at home but he always let me come with even though i was the dorky little brother. its been almost 6 years since greg left us and i havent written anything for his site until now and its not that i didnt want to or that i was too busy but it hurts like nothing else to bring up memories like these and i am finally getting the strength to let my memories be heard im 19 now and i am still the little dorky brother but even now when im with my friends i always let my cooler older brother tag along in spirit with me like he did with me.
Lowell E. Hundt