In late 1983, as a senior at the University of Illinois, in flying to attend the Rose Bowl, I ended up flying from Chicago
to Cincinnati, and then on to LAX. I can't recall if I boarded his plane, or Mr. Gregg boarded the plane I was on, however, we ended up sitting together in a back row and talked for quite some time. While I don't remember exactly what we talked about other than school and football, what I do remember is this: The incredible kindness and decency of this man. Based on his stature and all that he accomplished in his life, he could have easily ignored me, and yet he treated a college kid from the western suburbs of Chicago like I was somebody. I will never forget this. Rest in peace, Mr. Gregg.