Sunday, August 7, 2005
My brother Bill was a unique character whose loyalties to family and friends knew no bounds. Full of fun he was always the instigator and leader of the pack. Bill never "sat on his hands" and was one of the most active persons alive. He was always on the go, playing the piano anywhere he saw one. When he visited me in Arizona we took him to Prescott to dine in what was once a whorehouse. We all sat down at the table and where was Bill? He was at the upright piano in the other room and filled the restarant with his old time songs. The bartender sent over a drink to the piano. Everyone who knew him had a Bill story. Living in a waterfront condo in the Harbour House in New London he brought bouquets of flowers every day to the women in Harbour House. Knock on the door and there's Bill with a bouquet. A resident knew Dr Mallaley across the street from the house Bill owned (he bought a house for his dachsund since the Harbour House didn't allow dogs) and one day the resident said, Oh, Bill is so thoughtful. He brings everyone flowers every day. "Well" said Dr.Mallaley "Where do you think he gets them! From my flower garden. He asked to pick some but I didn't know it would be every DAY." He knew the words to all the old songs and took up Cajun dancing, lost 30 pounds and then took lessons in soft shoe dancing so he could mimic Jimmy Cagney, complete with cane, bowtie, spats and straw hat. Bill loved a lot of friends and they loved him. No matter if he made them mad...and he did. They still loved him. And so do I. Forever. What a powlerful character you were, Bill. amen. your only sister.
