Barry Williams

My family took me to the Howard Johnson's Restautant for my thirteenth birthday, 5/22/1970. We sat near the private room, with the door to that room partially opened. I noticed a family seated at a large table in the back, with a young man who looked very familiar... Could it be Greg? After several furtive glances his way, the hostess of the restuarant closed the private dining room door, making me absloutely positive I had been graced with the presence of Barry Williams for my entry into the teenage years.