Tuesday, January 15, 2013
Bill was a complicated soul, serious with an ever present twinkle in his eye. He had such love for his wonderful wife Alice and his two lovely children. And how he appreciated Alice's fine cooking, such meals we all had together. After dinner Bill would enjoy a good brandy, especially Armagnac. At breakfast when he watched me buttering toast, he'd ask what'r ya doin, cmenting the sidewalk? Or when we would arrive from the long drive from Boston, he would always ask, djeat?
He always gave the impression that he had seen a lot more and knew a lot more about life than he ever let on. We'll miss you dear, dear man.
