My Last Link Gone
Bill and I were going to get together “soon.” You know how that goes. We re-united by phone and e-mail in 1999 after losing touch for many years. He was going to fly to California or I was going to travel to Georgia. But we never did. Darn it.
I put up a web page about Bill some time ago. Now, who can I share the stories with? The one about his mother Florence stuffing her sweater and smuggling yarn in from Canada, or the one where I had to be rescued just before I went over the falls alone in a rowboat at their lake in the Adirondacks?
I guess it stops here. It makes me so sad.