I had forgotten or did not know he was dead. His mother was our Cub Mother when I was a cub scout. She was a tall woman and Bill took after her. At one scout campsite once, his father gave me the last bowl of chili out of a big pot of hot chili, on the condition that I wash the pot. I washed the pot in an ice cold stream of clean water. I burnt my finger gettting the pot off the fire, somehow, on a glowing ember. I was lucky to get the chili. All I remember is I think he came from Texas with his family. (Maybe I am thinking of Mrs. Reese!, or Mr. Reese.) Billie Henderson was taller than me and had brown hair. In chem lab at CCHS he flubbed up a chemistry experiment completely. I forget what we were measuring, but had a lab at home and had made up my own solutions which I had brought with me to class. All we had to do was mix two liquids and measure the precipitate. Somehow he got the concentrations wrong and so his data was useless. The teacher had paired us for the lab. That was the last time I think I ever was in the same class with him. Lost track of him entirely. I will always remember him as a happy-go-lucky guy, who seemed to care less about what was going on. Hard to think of him as dead. He was very much alive the last time I saw him, smiling and aloof.
Dan Russo
I had forgotten or did not know he was dead. His mother was our Cub Mother when I was a cub scout. She was a tall woman and Bill took after her. At one scout campsite once, his father gave me the last bowl of chili out of a big pot of hot chili, on the condition that I wash the pot. I washed the pot in an ice cold stream of clean water. I burnt my finger gettting the pot off the fire, somehow, on a glowing ember. I was lucky to get the chili. All I remember is I think he came from Texas with his family. (Maybe I am thinking of Mrs. Reese!, or Mr. Reese.) Billie Henderson was taller than me and had brown hair. In chem lab at CCHS he flubbed up a chemistry experiment completely. I forget what we were measuring, but had a lab at home and had made up my own solutions which I had brought with me to class. All we had to do was mix two liquids and measure the precipitate. Somehow he got the concentrations wrong and so his data was useless. The teacher had paired us for the lab. That was the last time I think I ever was in the same class with him. Lost track of him entirely. I will always remember him as a happy-go-lucky guy, who seemed to care less about what was going on. Hard to think of him as dead. He was very much alive the last time I saw him, smiling and aloof.