I had the pleasure of meeting Bill last August, while I was visiting from Canada. For those of you who never met him, you would have known within one minute of being introduced to him that he was an intelligent and passionate man who loved life and tackled work and play with equal gusto. I know it's a cliche, but in this case it applies, so I don't mind saying it: he packed more into those few years he had than most people do in a lifetime. Those of you who know him will surely agree.
I hung out with him a couple of times over the course of two weeks. But the thing that sticks in my mind is what happened when I was considering coming to visit again this summer, and I desperately needed a place to stay. I asked a friend if she could ask him if I could stay at his place; she wrote back, saying "Well, I haven't asked him yet, but it's BILL, so yes."
Goodbye Bill.
[ 24 March 2002: Message edited by: Zarathustra ]