When I first arrived in Lawrence County back in 1979, I was bestowed the title of sports editor. I penned stories and columns, directed two part-time writers, designed pages, and also shot pictures and developed film.
It was a time-consuming, all-encompassing job. To carve out more hours for writing, I solicited the assistance of several young freelance photographers, including student shutterbugs Greg Rollins, Bill Ray and Martha Shedd.
All three were responsible and personable. Greg was extraordinarily mature and goal-driven long before claiming his diploma from Bedford North Lawrence High School.
Though his buddies begged Greg to play football, he refused to relent. I have little doubt he would have ruled as a stud on the gridiron. Not only was Greg big and stout, he was sharp and determined as well.
However, even as a teen Greg preferred working for a living. A self-reliant guy, he cherished the idea of paying his way.
We traveled together all over southern Indiana covering football and basketball games. Not only did we share a love for sports, we harbored an insatiable affection for fast food and Elvis Presley tunes.
An auto aficionado, Greg was hopelessly smitten with hot-rods and muscle cars. He took it upon himself to educate me on the vast variety of all things motor-driven.
Two of Greg’s traits I admired most were his remarkable work ethic and the devotion he expressed for those he loved. He and his dad, Norm, teamed as a masterful masonry tandem, and his daughter, Kayla, ranks among the more popular Lady Stars in the history of BNL’s proud basketball program.
Greg died at the tender age of 50. That’s far too young.
His passing is truly a lamentable loss not only for his wonderful family, but for all of us who appreciated the gentle giant with the jolly disposition. Oh, how he would adore spending time with his darling daughter.
As a freelance photographer, Greg provided local readers with many wonderful and descriptive images, but the one I’ll remember most is of his merry mug, featuring that irrepressible ear-to-ear grin.
Thanks for the memories, Greg. We miss you.
Columnist Bob Bridge welcomes comments at 812-276-9646 or bbbbbridge@gmail.com.