Life as a Semicolon

Life as a Semicolon

The website of Project Semicolon reads, “A semicolon is used when an author could have chosen to end their sentence, but chose not to.” To me, this is kind of a metaphor for life. So often when we encounter difficult situations, it can appear easier to dismiss them or push them aside, but like when we write, we can choose to apply a semicolon to our lives and continue on. More on this in a minute.

Bets, Gregory, Miles and I – we four shared so many adventures together. Along the way, G introduced me to cryptic crossword puzzles.  A cryptic puzzle is a crossword puzzle in which each clue contains another level of word puzzle. They are freaking hard, and especially at first, only felt possible when we worked on them together. We kind of had to sneak away to pursue this nerdy passion, stealing time from group activity, mechanical pencils in hand, avoiding the (semi) good natured eye rolling of our respective partners. Our favorite puzzles always contained this sentence in their instructions: “As always, mental repunctuation of a clue is the key to its solution.”

The last puzzle we did together was completed on the night he left us. Throughout that day, we texted back and forth madly with various clue revelations, and at one point he left me a message:

And just before 6 p.m., we finished.

So where does the repunctuation metaphor come in? I choose not to end the sentence that included G. I will apply the semicolon to try to make sense of life and continue on. I’ve solved my first puzzle alone in honor of G and our shared wacky hobby; it was extra freaking hard and took a long time. I like to think that when I filled the last squares, he sent me a cosmic “bravo” and a high five.

Ami

Chris, Keith and Gregory

A rare photo of these three fun guys (1 fungi x 3) at Chris’s daughter’s wedding in Chico summer of 2023.

The writings in the tab at the top of this website are a result of many long hours Gregory put into a class he took from his long time friend Keith Eisner in the fall and winter of 2024/25.  He put many long hours into getting his thoughts on paper and got immense satisfaction in sharing the process with his classmates.

A Smile Says A Lot

It’s striking and memorable that Gregory met most everyone with a wonderful smile that was darn close to a laugh. It just made me feel good, and boy do I miss that. Conversations with Gregory were both light hearted and serious, the best kind to have. He loved clever jokes and at the same time, math and the sciences. We shared those interests and had wonderful discussions. But, his interests go way beyond that. He was into so many things like volleyball, cooking, fabricating parts, fixing things, making stuff, hiking, camping and the natural world. Gregory knew a lot and was more than willing to share his knowledge and expertise. An excellent person to know.

That last interest, the natural world and the environment, Gregory loved it and took care of it, way more than most. In my heart I believe because of his dedication to the environment that Mother Nature is going to take good care of Gregory. Let’s help Her by being good stewards of the earth as Gregory was. Rest in peace my friend.

Paul Smith, Olympia

Family Holidays

I was always glad to spend holidays with Uncle Gregory- you never knew what was going to end up happening after dinner! Anything from spinning each other around on a disk to show centrifugal force, getting out the clarinets, guitars, drums, and any other instruments for a song along, to an impromptu ju-jitsu demonstration or looking at the rings of Saturn through his homemade telescope. I will miss these times together but am so glad for the memories!

Barbara Bryant Arnett

Remembering Gregory at the Artichoke Mode

Janet Neuhauser and I remember Gregory as generous, curious, and always the peacemaker. There were seven of us in the Artichoke Mode collective in Olympia, Washington from 1973-1975.  John, Greg, Fred, Hobie and Rolf called Jan and I “the girls.” We all cooked, cleaned, shopped, and waited on tables—or most of us did anyway. Gregory kept the books. He periodically pulled the electric buzzer out of his overalls and asked me to cut his hair– he said it cleared his head. The Artichoke became a popular lunch spot. Governor Dan Evan’s wife became a regular, even as Gregory smiled and asked her to please extinguish her cigarette.  One clear night after closing, Gregory invited Jan and I to drive into the Black Hills to see what he called Greg’s Glob—some star formation that he wanted to check out. We rode in the back of the Artichoke truck along with others from Calliope farm, bumping against Gregory’s giant wooden telescope the whole way. In the headlights we saw sorrel growing in the ditch and stopped to pick; at the top we laid on blankets looking at the starry night, dreaming of our next adventures. I wrote my first novel while at Evergreen…about what else? The Artichoke. We should have guessed that Gregory would go on to get a Ph.D. in physics. He must have been a fabulous professor—passionate, caring, inspiring, patient and fair. Jan met Gregory and Betsie a few times in Seattle and I’m sorry our paths never crossed. I live in New York and hoped to meet up with Gregory and Betsie in Boston when they last visited Lee, Kent and Fred. Luckily, from Betsie’s photos, I see that Gregory has a lovely family and he’ll go on living in the souls of all of us who are left behind.

Mo