Mr. Bill is probably the the most optimistic, kindest person I know. His ability to keep his sense of humor and float on top of the heavy stuff has been instructive and inspiring.
I will always remember a hot summer day in Washington D. C. in the 1980s. Mr. Bill came to visit John and me. We were living in a row house basement with no kitchen, and John was sleeping on an air mattress in our closet. We had no air conditioning. I'm pretty sure Mr. Bill had financial constraints at that time.
After a lovely visit, Mr. Bill left. About two hours later he came back carrying a big fan. John and I enjoyed a breeze the rest of the summer.
