We met in the 6th or 7th grade. Bill would have remembered or been able to come up with a story plausible enough to be true or so entertaining you wouldn't care.
This ability allowed Bill to walk up to a group of complete strangers and leave with a lifelong friend or wife.
Entering Bill's world was like being invited behind the wizard's curtain. The planets in that universe were composed of business ideas, political puns, star trek plots, jokes and magazines. Man he would have loved those early 1900 National Geographic if I'd mailed them.
Everyone knew Bill was smart. Few could put it in perspective. The parents of my Bell Labs cube mates were PhD's, professors, accountants or leaders of their country. All are smart... Two are in the top 10%, one in the top 1% and one probably is a genius. Bill's intellect came from within, not the high school, college, work assembly line. He would have fit in well ... if school had been as interesting, or fun, as his Kawasaki 500.
We often talked about what we'd do when I moved to Florida. Last week I was reflecting about moving there with the beauty and symmetry from spending my last days with my high school friends (Bill and Mark).
Peggy and Julie, I wish you my best. Bill, I'll miss you and catch you on the other side. Hopefully late as usual.
Dale Meadows