Greg sent me an old pic today! Check it out.

Who wants to live forever, anyway? Oh me I do. Ya think I'd ever tire of being young and studly and best friends with a John Trovolta look alike, piano playing, babe magnet. Soon we'll have dentures, canes and artificial hip and shoulder joints. I can't wait to see if we're as studly then as we are now!

Recent pics!

I decided to punish myself for recent bad behavior.
I'm actually personal friends with the artist who did all the artwork in this gallery so if you'd like to purchase any of these paintings just call me!
Greg Ted and Eric had an awesome reunion!
And all I got was this lousy postcard!

Greg and Paul say hello.

We are hanging out on the couch and we thought we'd connect with everyone on the blog, kind of like including you in on our little reunion. I know you're ecstatic. We went around Golden and hit all the hot spots. Yes it was very similar to 20 years ago. The girls loved us, despite looking more like Laurel and Harding, we were still super stars!

As a matter of fact, while trying to grab a quick lunch at Chili's, just keeping to ourselves (as we prefer to do), we were approached by several blog fans that were shocked to see us together. Apparently they had no idea a reunion was in progress and they wanted to know all the details. We were polite, but really just wanted to finish our chicken ranch sandwiches so we could play some tennis.

So basically Greg and I spent most of day 1 talking about life, old friends, and the mistakes and accompishments we've made along the way. It was awesome,! the stories we told, we laughed, we cried, we almost died. Well..., we did review, for the umpteenth time the story about when we rented pretty in pink! My dad walked in during one of the scenes and nearly turned pretty pink, himself. He was strictly opposed to the content in the movie, yet we pleaded for him to let us watch it anyway. He became enraged by our attitude and utter disregard to the demorilizing effect that these raunchy movies could have on us! Still red faced and embarassed by the behavior of his eldest sons, my dad turns to Greg and pronounces, "Greg, please forgive me for having this type of movie in our home and exposing you to it!"

No pause, no uncomfortable silence, Greg's response was instantaneously spit out, "That's ok, just don't let it happen again!"

Oh ! My! God! Greg's timing, uncommonly misplaced was chilling. It was like, my dad was ready to take our heads off and Greg was handing him the ax. Fortunately my dad did not kill us that day and Greg and I continued to be friends. We didn't care about the movie anyway. Prank calling Nadine was much more fun. We both called her obsessively over the next couple hours, trying as persuasivelly as possible, to win her heart. Neither of us wanted her heart, but we didn't mind watching her squirm uncomfortably torn and agonizing over the decision of which one she would choose. Our scheme was Guantamano in nature, but she still wasn't completely broken. She even began to suspect us. Our phone calls were too perfectly timed. We'd hang up pick up the phone, dial, this time greg would talk, then I would call then greg.

"Are you and Greg at the same house?"

"Uh, no"
'Click!' She hung up! Without a seconds hesitation I called Greg's house. I knew what she was going to do and I had to stop her! All we needed was Eric, who was home, to tell Nadine when she called that Greg was in the bathroom. It worked like a charm! The scamming continued, mercilessly!

Anyway enough of old dumb stories. We have new adventures to take on. After rescueing Greg from Auschwitz, I took him to this really cool outdoor stadium called the Red Rock ampitheater. Greg was really impressed. Even better we ate breakfast lunch and dinner every day. It was absolutely fantastic. I willingly sacrificed myself for Greg. But you know he would do the same for me! I love you man! Oh and thanks for that comment Greg I didn't want to brag and mention that I totally kicked your ass in tennis, but since you already let it out, no harm in embelishing a little!

Greg Anderson Family Update

After high school, mission, and completing my Big Five internship (with Paul, Todd, Eric and Ted), I graduated from University of Utah and started a career in accounting.  This included keeping the books at a Marriott property and two years at Ernst & Young.  I then switched to investment banking after receiving an MBA from the University of Chicago. I met my wife, Liza, in Chicago (she worked for AON, a large insurance company) and we were married in 2002.  We then moved to Manhattan and I worked for Bear Stearns on Wall St. for two years.  After tiring of the Wall St. hours and lifestyle, we decided to move to Denver three years ago, and I joined a small investment bank specializing in mergers and acquisitions. We bought a house in Golden (west of Denver), got a dog, and started our family.  We have a 20 month old son, Liam, and another boy on the way (August 31st). We love the lifestyle and mountains in Colorado and will probably call this home for some time.

 

Gregory V. Anderson

Scene from Olympia High School - 1988

One of the saddest moments of my life was the day the Wonnacotts moved from Rochester, NY to Westchester, PA.  I actually cried on the way home after saying goodbye.  I loved the whole Wonnacott family and knew how much we'd miss them.  Their home was the most exciting place to be -- with kids coming from or going to various adventures.  Paul was able to spend a half-day with me at school (we attended different high schools) just before, or maybe it was just after they moved.  I believe this was in 1988, during my senior year at Greece Olympia High School.  We were eating lunch in the cafeteria, when Paul noticed that one of the stoners was making fun of me.  I had the typical skater hair style of the 80's at that time, with extremely long hair in the front, and almost shaved in the back.  It was a gorgeous new wave look, but largely unappreciated in my high school.  Olympia was not a preppy or new wave school -- sweat pants were more fitting than paisley.  So, a new wave haircut was grounds for constant ridicule and I had basically gotten used to it.  Well, Paul found this mocking completely unacceptable and decided to take action.  What he did next was the sort of thing I dreamed about doing many times, but never had the courage.  He stood on his chair and began a beautiful rant.  He pointed to the stoner, and said to the rest of the cafeteria, "This druggie scum is laughing at my best friend and that is pathetic.  Look at him, he's a complete loser.  He'll be pumping my friend's gas at Exxon in a few years.  We shouldn't sit around and let these stoners make us feel bad for being smart, dressing well, and trying.  They're scum, so let's say it to their faces."  After he finished and sat down, students actually started applauding.  It was right out of a Revenge of the Nerds movie or something.  I always knew Paul was fearless, but this took the cake.  You could not ask for a more loyal friend

My best friend!

My wife says, "I'm so glad you're obsessed with Greg right now! Could you pay attention to me!" Man if I had a dollar for everytime I heard a girl say that!

Greg Eric Heidi, some girl and a parent on steps in Villanova

When I was 15 I had a best friend named Greg Anderson. Our relationship was based on pure thrill seeking adventures! It was like Wonder Twin powers activate! When we got together it was all about adrenaline. Of course in order to be ready for adventure we had to be fit. We would exercise rigorously. I mean we would go running after dark in the pouring rain, we would stay up all night and then go play 3 sets of tennis. Then the adventures... we would ride our bikes with toilet paper to tee pee the houses of people we knew, even if it meant a 10 mile bike ride to get there! We frequently swiped my parents car, even though I was still only 15, and then take it for joy rides. We made up a secret club in a secret hiding place where we plotted ways to attack or sabotage David Morey. The only day I ever visited Greg in his high school cafeteria we nearly instigated an all out cafeteria riot between the heavy metal kids and the mod squad.

The next year we had drivers licenses but no car. Our good friend, Chris, had parents who, unwisely trusted us! Yes Chris' mom was very trusting. I remember never being restricted from being alone with Chris in her bedroom, where I learned a thing or two. What? I'm talking about music! Anyway I was leading up to... they let us use their car! Not just once but all the time! So one day Chris, Jeanine Greg and I pushed the boundaries and we went to Lake Ontario. That wasn't enough so we went to Niagara Falls. On the way, being as we were in such a playful mood, I abandoned the drivers seat and jumped in the back with Chris and Jeanine. No big deal we weren't going too fast and Greg deftly slid across from the passengers side to take the wheel. Not a stunt to be performed by amateurs, Greg and I were in top physical condition! Since Chris and Jeanine weren't in on our little prank they were, needless to say, terrified! So coming back from Niagara we did about 100 on a two lane road swerving around car after car to get home by dinner. It was simply Greg's presence that prompted this adventure! Greg was not only there for me in adventure he was there for me with advice on relationships as well. I was in love with two girls. One because she was my best friend and the other because she had the cutest cheeks (looked like a chipmunk) Well Greg had three girlfriends at the time juggling quite skillfully, probably wondering what my problem was. I would have been terribly sad to be losing such amazing friends accept I was still traumatized by the time Andrew Schwendiman wanted to compare our junk to see who was the most endowed and now I just had to get out of this town! Sorry I'm sitting here with Greg and were talking about stories so I was editing a couple things and will probably be editing again later when I get an anonymous post and find out it's Andrew.

So after I moved Greg and Eric would come to visit once or twice a year. It was great seeing Greg. In fact we were both quite happy to see each other. Greg even went so far as to dip kiss my face, with his hand, in front of the entire chearleading squad of my new high school. My girlfriend who happened to be one of them was pissed! Oh well, fuck her, she was a lousy kisser! Ha! Ha! The next time he came to visit my new girlfriend Andrea Catoia helped us sneak a bottle of Canadian Whiskey out of her house so that I could get drunk for the first time. We didn't sleep at all that night! Just ran around the neighborhood singing "nanananana batman!" We got into bed just before my mom came down to wake us up. Chris just reminded me that when she came to visit we took the train to Philly. We saw some huge posters in large display boxes at the train station. So late that night when everyone was asleep we snuck out. Drove to the train station and busted the posters out of the cases that held them. Thanks Chris you are definitely second on my list of all time companions in adventure! Anyway back to Greg!

So all that you've read is just an introduction of Greg, to prepare you for the following story. You see by the time Senior Year of High School rolled around we were pretty much professional scammers. A term that later evolved, from simply showing the ability to get away with something, to showing the ability to seduce girls into making out with us! No offence girls, but you know you loved it! So it was summer after Senior Year of High School. I would be going to first semester of college and Greg would be going on a mission to France. Well when Greg and Eric came to visit there was an electric buzz in the air. I think everyone could feel it. We weren't going to go off silently into the night. It had already been arranged that we would be going to a Youth Conference. We would have been much happier staying at home conjuring up unsupervised mischief, but as it was, we were locked into a strictly supervised rule based environment where our every move would be vigorously monitored. My mom was to be our adult chaperon. My mom was pretty easy going most of the time and I even think Greg and Eric found her to be quite pleasant. Still she was an obstacle in our way. We would be seeing lots of pretty new faces at this gathering of fertile 16 to 18 year old girls and we wanted to take every advantage! Well not every advantage. At this point in our lives, we were pretty much fully content with sucking face! Although, later that night I did get to cop a feel! Before that however Eric and Greg were caught making out with Heidi Tripp and her friend, by the warden (My Mom). We had just gotten to the dormitories at the Villanova campus and were unpacking all our gear when it happened. I wasn't present for the make out session but I was definitely impressed with Greg and Eric's maneuvering and speed. Needless to say I was just a bit peeved at them for getting caught because they had brought attention on us, and with the excursion we had been planning! It was Greg who initiated the idea that we had to do something spectacular and we began to make plans to sneak out after dark and take the van to downtown Philly! Yes the plans were deliberate and premeditated! I already had a spare key to the van that I snuck from the house before we left! The last thing we wanted now was more adult supervision! Greg assured me everything was cool, that my mom couldn't help breaking into laughter when she was trying to scold them. That was believable, Greg had a way with people. Well the rest of the day we walked around talking smack looking for girls, planning an adventure and feeling like total studs. We met pretty much every attractive girl on the campus within the first 15 minutes of being there. A rumor had spread like wildfire, no not a rumor, this was a fact, four devilishly handsome guys (Paul, Todd, Greg, Eric) were walking around campus and they were looking for only the funnest prettiest and bravest of girls to come mingle with them. Within no time we had an enlisted crew of girls ready for our adventure. So while we waited for night to come we passed the time rearranging all the furniture in our dorm room. Our room changed from a typical dorm cubicle with bunk beds into a fortress slash private clubhouse. Only a very cool hang out would satisfy. Even despite the fact that we would spend very little time there.

Soon it was dark and Parent supervisors were dutifully putting us to bed. We went straight to stuffing our beds with pillows and monitoring the hallway for adults. With far too much anxiety for adventure we stealthily flew down the hallway and outside. The girls were in another dorm so rounding them up was our first priority. It was easier than we had expected! Led by Heidi, the girls were already outside rearing to go. Unfortunately we had lost a recruit, the mission presidents daughter was the prettiest of all the girls, she had dropped out of the adventure. In a last ditch effort we scaled the building to her outside dorm room window and knocked. We wanted to give her one more chance, duh! but to Heidi's delight she wouldn't budge!
Within no time we were all situated in the van, my hand on the ignition, adrenaline pumping, not a word spoken, the engine burned in, lights still off, like just like in the sound of music, we escaped!

Downtown Philly at night! We adventured past the boat houses, down to the river, around the Art Museum scaling it's walls, across the street of fountains with giant statues of naked green women, we stopped next to some "ladies of the evening", and asked how much? "Are you kidding I wouldn't have sex with you for less than 100 bucks" I said! We drove across the city to South Street and ordered a large pizza. After which we found a parking garage and walked to the park on the river, where the old boat tours are given.

Here we ate pizza and played on the giant cement structures, but it was getting late and the night sky was starting to change. We knew we better get back before we were discovered. So as easy as we came we were leaving to go back. Until "kkhhhkkrrr!" What was that? I was pulling out of the parking garage and the back end pinched the side of an enormous, wood, railroad tie enclosed planter box. Right before our exit I had to make a 90 degree turn around this square planter that was situated right in front of the garage attendants booth. I had not made a, wide enough, turn to allow for the back end of the van! What made matters worse was right in front of me a sign, DO NOT BACK UP! SEVERE TIRE DAMAGE! Yes, my front wheels were just past the tire spikes! We all got out and evaluated our dilemma. It was obvious we couldn't back up and pushing forward also looked doubtful. That's it! I'm just gonna have to turn the wheels away from the wall and gun it. Nervously, with everyone back in the van I gently pressed on the gas, the van creaked but didn't move, I gunned it! The van instantly lunged forward about a foot, the RPMs shot skyward, the screaming tires wailed deafeningly inside the acoustical cement structure, then like a rocket we were out of there! I wish! Actually we were stuck! Only worse than before! The back driver side tire was completely up off the ground! The weight of the van rested on top of the planter! You could feel the awkward angle of being tilted. Again we got out of the van to asses our situation! It was awful, unfathomable! We were definitely doomed to a lifetimes of punishment! All we could do now is hope God would forgive us, because we knew our parents never would! Out of desperation we decided to get the car jack out! Not really knowing what we were doing and with the parking garage attendant just looking on with amusement, we jacked the back of the van up so that both wheels were completely off the ground. With the van balancing on the jack like a fulcrum we bravely pushed the behemoth monster away from the wall! To our amazement it worked! Never before and never again will I see a car jack as severely bent as this one was. We threw it into the trash. We were free at last! Back in the van everyone was relieved to be on our way. It was 6:00 in the morning now! Villanova was half an hour away and parents were sure to be waking up. We flew back to the dormitories. Everyone vowed to never speak a word of that night! Greg and I were thinking desperately for a plan, an excuse, when we passed a donut shop. Genius struck Greg with an idea! We were going to say we got up early to go get donuts for everyone, and we got in an accident! We found a corner of the store in the back that had some damage, and we assumed we could bring people to the site to prove our story if necessary. We got back to campus and found the same parking spot on the street, where we had left the night before.

In the end, my brother Todd, who I feel terribly guilty for not including on this little adventure, turned around and unwittingly saved us! People were packing to go home, when we finally got back! Surprisingly no one even missed us. "Oh there you are," my mom said happy to have found us, "Go get packed!" It was dreadful the secret still lingering to be exposed! And then it happened! "A hit and run!" Todd was ecstatic! "Someone hit our van!" That was it! Fortunately for us, the entire length of damaged van was facing the street. Right around a bend in the road no less. It was a hit and run! Some lucky bastard sideswiped our van and got away with it. An hour, and a police report later, it was official!

This is picture I stumbled across of the van. This was taken years before the accident. Nice hair Todd

Letters from Greg! You were by far the best read! I don't know why other people in this world can't be as clever as you and I and write shit that's interesting to read! He he! How do you like my new found stuckupedness? I know I wrote you some witty, funny ass stuff because I remember laughing my ass off when I'd write to you, and I know you didn't save save any of it! That's okay, I forgive you, but I'm still mad as hell! But just like I forgave you for not writing me as often as I wrote you I will this time, for the last time, like every other time, let it slide! You're one lucky ass lame excuse for a best friend I ever had.
I won't be able to keep posting forever, because my disability won't last much longer. Eventually I'll go back to work. So enjoy it while it lasts!

Thank god for photography!

Eric is a freakin Stud!

If it wasn't for pictures I wouldn't remember half my life! Despite that sometimes I can't remember even with the pictures! It looks like I'm having a blast here, but I don't remember it. In fact when I saw this picture of Eric jumping I thought...Man that looks like so much fun. I wish I was there... Oh look I'm right between Erics legs. Holy crap, and I'm wearing those homemade jeans that I think Carrie made. Any help remembering these pictures will be appreciated!

Lost opportunities!

We had a friend that drew a picture of Greg and I. The picture sold at auction for half a million bucks. We wanted to give the money to our friend, but we forgot who it was that drew the picture!

Just kidding Jeanine, we know it's your drawing. We thought you were an artist so we took your picture to auction and they said it was worthless piece of crap. He He Greg kept the original in case you wanted it back!

I was an eagle scout! Thanks to Massawepie!

Starting from Top left:

Steve Johnson, David Nolan, Andrew Schwendiman, Curt, Dave Morey, Danny Cunningham

Starting from bottom left:

Greg Anderson, Me, Stewart Johnson, Some Kid, and Todd.


This was the year the scout leader (Top Right) Mr. Johnson, was getting on everyone's nerves. Well I shouldn't say this year, he got on our nerves every year, but this year was different. This year Curt was at camp. You didn't want to get on Curts bad side. His parents sent him away to military school for a reason. Well Curt and my brother Todd were pretty good friends. So it was Todd that helped Curt carry out his plans to violently attack the scout master. All Todd had to do was go up to Mr. Johnson and say,"Curt hit me in the face!" Well Mr. Johnson lost his temper just like we all knew he would. He went after Curt and within seconds fists were flying. They ended up wrestling on the ground for what seemed like a pretty long time, before the other scout masters broke it up.
Remember when we went to lake placid on a scout excursion from Massawepie. Kenny peed his pants on the chair lift on the way to the top of the mountain!

Good Laugh

You know when you laugh so hard that you can't breath and you have to purposefully try to stop laughing so you can catch your breath! Oh euphoria, yes it is as good as the best drugs available. It's only happened to me a few times and this is where I'm gonna write about em.

The last time it happened was believe it or not just a week or two ago. Heather and I were having a glass of wine watching TV, after Kobe had gone to bed. Jack Ass was on and we were laughing at all their stupid antics. One interesting side note is my brother Steve actually went to school in West Chester with some of those guys. Right, you don't care, Anyway... I had seen the movie already, so when they were hiding in the bushes with a camcorder and horn, blowing the horn as the golfers were in their back swing, I wasn't prepared to be surprised. I must have forgotten or maybe it was the wine... one of the golfers got so pissed off, he put a golf ball down and was going to drive it into the bushes where the pranksters were hiding. I cringed waiting for the ball to come sailing in! Just as he was getting set to swing, the horn blew, still trying to make him fuck up his swing, knowing their lives were on the line! I think I may have shed tears, laughing at that one.

Before that was New Years eve in Dacula, GA when Shannon and Jon came to visit. It was a great night of laughter wine and fondue. Heather will never forget Jon eating giant hand fulls of the cheese fondue, after it had cooled into a large gelatinous mass. I remember It was late and we were needless to say inebriated. Jon had told a dozen fascinating stories by now and we laughed routinely at gibberish that seemed to unexpectedly leak out of his mouth. We were playing a mind game called Scategories that I was somewhat familiar with. Well I got some of the rules mixed up. We had been playing for a while and suddenly I got really excited. It seemed I had become brilliantly clever. You see I had forgotten the rule, you could only use one single predetermined letter from the alphabet. We had a list of items such as: things with tails, capitals, fictional character, etc. We had to come up with a word using that predetermined letter. If you used two words with the letter you got bonus points. So for fictional character if the letter was D you could say Daisy Duke and get bonus points. Well in my stupor, having forgotten the rule, I was amazingly coming up with double even triple words for every list item. It was unbelievable, I had words like Lemon/Lime lollipop, Peter Pan, Bread Basket. I couldn't think of any Capitals with any letter of the alphabet, but that was okay because you were bound to have a few that were blank and who cares I was kicking ass! So the timer dings! Oh Oh Oh i want to go first! I have to display my genius, suddenly I'm a victorious superstar... "Uhh, Paul none of those words start with M!" Oh my god I'm an idiot, a complete retard, All I can do is laugh violent tears of despair and humiliation! I laugh so hard recovery is next to impossible ...until finally, completely winded my wife carries me to the bathroom and I go to sleep, hugging the bathtub.

Before that, it was Rochester NY, at Church, in the men's bathroom. We had noticed that one of the girls our age, who was still quite flat chested for a 13 year old had suddenly out of nowhere sprouted some boobies. Well she was one of the guys girlfriend. We were in the bathroom, Andrew, Greg, Craig, Todd and I and we were obnoxiously going on and on about it. He seemed to be pretty happy with the new development, and though it was pretty clear at 14 being a strict church going group of boys, the grave sin that was suggested, He jokingly said, "You know, I don't know, do you want me to check?"
"Yeah," we laughed! But then someone froze dead silent and pointed under the door of the stall. There, there were a pair of black adult Sunday shoes! Some adult was sitting there taking a shit listening to every word we had been saying. Oh no! without another moments hesitation we were out of there. Once out in the hall we could stop and laugh. We felt somewhat safe but it was still nervous laughter and we were too curious to see which adult, or god forbid parent, it was that was squatting in the bathroom. Only moments later the bright red face of Carrie Sickles father emerged from the bathroom. Running partly bent over, half horrified, and completely hysterical with laughter we had to leave the church and hide in the apple orchard until we could get our wits back.

Rotating Pictures

Here are a few pictures for you greg. Did you notice that every single time Greg, Eric, any girl, and I are in a picture, Greg and Eric have the girl and I'm on the outside leaning in. I think in the next life I'm going to pick uglier friends. Sorry you have to watch the cube for a long long time to see all the pictures, stupid random, click on the pictures to get my captions.

I have friends that I would love to see again.

This picture was taken in the Arizona desert on a road trip from Provo through Vegas to LA (Sorriest Chinatown and so worried I'd never see my friends again) down to SanDiego(Ted creating the longest stretch of drama ever to be inhaled) across to Phoenix by way of Mexicali(5 minutes in poverty) up through (night clubs and drivethrough liqour stores shoplifting playboys with Melanie from church), onto the Grand Canyon over a snow topped mountain where we could have died and Ted could care less because he just wanted to go back to sleep.


This is a picture taken in front of my house Stallion Circle in Greece, N.Y. As kids we caught huge ass pike in the creek, caught snakes, turtles, shot my dads pistol in the woods, picked rasberries, had chipmunks and raccoons in the front yard tree, our cat brought home rabbits and squirells. One of my best friends in the world is that kid on the far right. We played soccer or football in the backyard everyday for years. When his older brother babysat it was the best time to be alive.

This is Johnathan Stong, one of the funnest guys I'll ever know. He's like Jim Carry and Vince Vaugn all rolled up. I'll always remember frisbee golfing in PA and standing on the edge of the dock knocking eachother into the water. Yeah he was a real sport he never let me win once! I Can't wait to see you again
Caitlyn and Jeromy and I worked together at a nice little restaurant in PA after which we spent countless nights pretending that we only live once.

Jeanine and Chris were not the friends I spent the most time with as a freshman/sophomore in High School but they were definitely the friends I had the most fun with. Juan, an exchange student who lived with us, though technically he was not our exchange student, is in the middle. I fear I will never see him again and it is truly heartbreaking.