Not sure when Bill arrived at Westchester, I believe it was in the spring of our sophomore year. A funny, funny guy. Whether cracking a joke or telling a story, Bill was always talking and had lots of energy. We played basketball together during our junior year, and the guys on that team won't forget Bill's famous half time speech, when he advised the JV coach that we should apply the "wishbone" formation to our offense. Don't think the coach appreciated it, but it still makes me
laugh.
Bill and I spent one high school summer working alone together on the abandoned oil fields down in Dickinson. I will always remember Bill driving the Gulf Freeway, at about 110 in his 65' Thunderbird, singing the words to "Summer Breeze" while enjoying a smoke. Sadly, Bill died before our 10th reunion. I've missed him, will miss him tonight, will miss him tomorrow.
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