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The Truth … According to Greg

The Truth ... According to Greg

Sometimes truth hurts. But it’s still truth.

Welcome to The World According to Greg! This is my life and my story. I am in my sixties, retired, a husband, father and grandfather. We have a blended family of five kids and six grandchildren, all eleven of which are, like Garrison Keillor’s Lake Wobegon residents, far above-average. We have a dog and two cats. I don’t like cats, but I do love my wife, and she likes cats, so we have cats.

I have degrees in economics, law, and theology. Over the course of the last forty-plus years I practiced law, pastored a couple churches, worked for environmental NGOs, been a political consultant, was a college and high school educator, and am now forming a new concern as a family historian, so I guess one could rightly argue I couldn’t hold down a job. 

But what I’ve always been able to do is express my opinion, even when it got me in trouble, and that’s what I do here as I explore the family history of, well, me.

I have a B.A. in economics from the University of California, Irvine. I have a Juris Doctor degree from Loyola Law School and practiced law in California from 1980 to 1992. Much of my work focused on land use, environmental law, and the law of politics. I also ran or consulted on numerous political campaigns, ranging from local city council races to congressional primaries. In the late 1980s I was chair of Citizens for Sensible Growth and Traffic Control, which spearheaded what at that time was the largest local initiative measure in American history.

In 1992 I moved to Northern California and eventually obtained a M.A. in Theology from Pacific School of Religion and began work on a Ph.D from the Graduate Theological Union, both located in Berkeley, California. While working on my doctorate, I was ordained in the Christian Church (Disciples of Christ) and served Disciples of Christ and United Church of Christ churches in Berkeley, Corning, and Sacramento, California. I also taught American history as a graduate student instructor at UC Berkeley, and American religious history and theology at the San Francisco Theological Seminary (one of the Graduate Theological Union affiliated schools).

I left full-time ministry in 2003 and went to work for Rainforest Action Network as Implementation Director enforcing agreements RAN made with large, multinational banks, DIY retail outlets, and the forestry industry regarding investment and sourcing of environmentally-sensitive products world-wide. A few years later, I formed EnviroJustice, a non-profit organization that promoted environmental justice from a faith-based perspective.

And then, life happened. In August, 2007 I was in an automobile accident. I was sitting at a red light when I was rear-ended by a driver who was distracted by a spider climbing down the rear-view mirror. I ended up having spinal-fusion back surgery in March, 2008. I had been unable to maintain EnviroJustice as a viable organization during the recovery period, especially given the economic conditions in the United States at the time, so I started substitute teaching at my wife’s school district and was hired full-time as a teacher at Clayton Valley High School in Concord in the fall of 2008.

I taught biology and graphic design at Clayton Valley over the years. In 2011, the school became a teacher-initiated comprehensive charter high school, the first of its kind in Northern California. I was the founding chair of the Operations Committee and helped to get the school organized for operation that fall. Later, I joined the administrative team as Director of Operations until I left in 2016. I had been diagnosed with Parkinson’s Disease in 2016 and the circumstances surrounding the diagnosis and my leaving the school gave rise to litigation. The case was settled before trial. I also have diabetes, have suffered multiple bouts with kidney stones, and a bad back arising from the earlier accident. My doctors refer to my medical history as “complicated,” and that only adds to the package that is me. 

I have always been a voracious reader, a student of history, interested in how the world works, and wanting to know our place as humans in it. What is the meaning of life? Is there a meaning to life? Is there a point to the progression of human events, or, as has been said, is history just one damn thing after another? It is these “big picture” concepts that fascinate me, but also draw me to the specifics of my own evolution as a human being that compels me to investigate it. 

At the same time, lately, I am also inspired to write about it by all those who feel the need to loudly proclaim their version of “facts” but demonize those who might think otherwise. You know who you are. Well, actually, you probably don’t, but just know that you will always be welcome here. Challenge me, take me on, prove that I am just another one of those radical, left-wing California whacko snowflakes beholden to the mainstream media, the Clintons, the Obamas, George Soros or any combination thereof.   

And so, The World According to Greg is a blend of genealogy, history, current events, politics, religion, education, and, well, you name it. And trains. There’ll probably be a lot about trains.

There are several parts to this project. First, there is the raw data — who is related to who, laid out in a tree or some other form, the emergence of DNA as a common tool, and the methods used in researching those connections. That can be exciting as one discovers connections or relationships never seen before. 

Second, there is the what happened when. Even more exciting — or touching, or gripping, or sad, perhaps — are the stories and things that bring us together as a family, that try to explain the meaning of our lives, or, are just plain funny. Or touching. Or gripping. Or sad.  The stories here are in no particular order, and as you will see, reading these stories and looking through photos, documents, and family trees, the story to date is expansive. It encompasses Hiles and Penroses, Bousmans and Korhonens. Add in my wife’s family, and you have Baughs and Bensons, Huffines and Dudymotts, not to mention all the other branches extending out on both sides.  Our family tree includes two American presidents, another major-party presidential candidate, a U.S. senator, some prominent scientists and doctors, business tycoons, and a family that extends back to the colonial era well before the American Revolution. It also includes our share of scoundrels, philanderers, neer-do-wells, a domestic terrorist, and possibly even a murderer or two. 

My intent here is to more fully engage in the shorter and more frequent Twitter stuff, plus longer pieces here, but things are still a work in progress for now. Things are labeled and organized as best I could but I am always open to suggestions. Just know that you will find the unexpected in places you never knew existed. Feel free to jump in and comment, offer more data, or add some stories of your own.

Come along and enjoy the ride so far, and know that somewhere along the way, you’re likely to find yourself, for the story of me is the story of us.

What follows are all of the posts of The World According to Greg in chronological order from the mist current to the beginning. Click here if you would like to start at the beginning and work your way up.

Sue Williams Hannibal High School 1950

Why We Do It

A renewal of old family relations came at exactly the right time and place, fueled by someone I’ve never met.

Just Keep an Ashtray Handy …

If there ever was a family member I would have liked to have known better, it would probably have been my great grandmother.

History is Like a Box of Chocolates

Slow news days happen every once in awhile and sometimes things that might go relatively unnoticed to the rest of the world, in today’s parlance, “go viral” and you never know what you’re going to get.

The Curse of the Hile Males, Part Two

As we come up on my youngest son Justin’s birthday, some things with regard to The Curse of the Hile Males bear reminding as to the implications for us Hile males. So, I made a list.

Sisu Down Big Boy

If anyone embodied the Finnish notion of sisu it had to be my grandmother. As stoic and resilient as they come Grandma Penrose was almost deaf, had a heart condition, a double mastectomy, and a very soft voice, but it was always clear just who was in charge.

It’s Been One Hell of a Ride …

Today is our 25th wedding anniversary. Not that our kids noticed or anything, but what surprises me is that it ever happened at all.

Carothers Gravesites

Out of Sight, Out of Mind …

Why am I interested in the prominent members of my family tree? In a word, gravitas …

Westward Bound

I never really got to know my great grandmother, but I do remember the day she died. It was the first time I ever saw my dad cry.

The Curse of the Hile Males

It’s not just the pretty face. Things just happen to us that we can’t always explain.

Cane Ridge Meeting House, Kentucky

A Time to Stand Up and Be Counted

My first post-9/11 sermon, delivered at Cottage Way Christian Church in Sacramento, California on Sunday, September 16, 2001. Has it stood the test of time?

On the Road Again …

ln the span of less than twenty-four hours, I found myself going from embarking on a spiritual virtual journey across the Iberian peninsula to being unable to legally physically drive to the supermarket.

Speaking of Bad-Ass Women …

She’s as bad-ass as they come. In fact, she was born bad-ass, following a long line of bad-ass women, like her mother, her grandmothers, and the generations of strong, smart, powerful women before them. Of course, she’s only two, so there’s bound to be a certain amount of figuring out of stuff along the way, but with a face like this, who can doubt she’s going to rule the world some day.

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If there ever was a family member I would have liked to have known better, it would probably have been my great grandmother.

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If there ever was a family member I would have liked to have known better, it would probably have been my great grandmother.


Reminds me of the rays of the Sun — so strong they’ll burn your eyes out if you look directly at it unless you’re wearing a paw patrol mask over them …

A virus so strong that it can get past 3 vaccines but can’t get past your paw patrol mask.

An 1875 almanac, books and a coin were revealed in time capsule discovered in the pedestal of Robert E. Lee statue - CNN https://apple.news/AoVjziIS8S4SPM5Ccq6ZnWg

If anyone embodied the Finnish notion of sisu it had to be my grandmother. As stoic and resilient as they come Grandma Penrose was almost deaf, had a heart condition, a double mastectomy, and a very soft voice, but it was always clear just who was in charge.

An important point about the past - short life expectancy was heavily biased by average data that included infant mortality. The dramatic decline in infant mortality through better vaccines, drugs and neonatal facilities is one of the greatest moral triumphs of science. https://t.co/IoQq8Bf4k5

Life expectancy has more than doubled, and we sometimes say “people are living twice as long”.

What actually happened: we popped out the survival curve. We made dying young rare. Almost everyone now has a good chance of reaching a reasonably old age.

https://ourworldindata.org/life-expectancy#a-different-view-on-mortality-by-age-survival-curves https://twitter.com/SamoBurja/status/1470938025282658307

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