I just found out (in a post from
rivermyst that my good friend and fellow camper Wild Bill has passed away after years of battling ALS (Lou Gehrig's Disease). He is survived by his widow, Tweekie. A good man, a generous soul and he made the world's best steak tips.
I remember Bill. I remember a big, cheerful kind-hearted mountain of a man with sharp black eyes and a giant "Pat Patriot" tattoo on one leg (he was from Massachusetts.) I also remember seeing him the last few years his body wasted away to the point where he could not speak because of the ALS.
So long, brother.
P