I have know Bill all my life as being his brother Brian. My story is going to have to be of one that Bill and I fought about the details ever since it happened. Back in the day we would play super techmo bowl. Bill in his gracious way was beating the crap out of me and rubbing it in my face like he did most of the time. I got really mad and he got up after beating me and rubbing it in his face. So like any little brother I picked up the closest thing I could find to throw at him. It just so happened to be a flashlight. I threw it and hit him in the chest when he turned around. He said that I hit him upside the head. Within about 1/2 second he had me on the ground and was saying calm down Brian calm down and will let you go. I finally relented to the fact I needed to calm down and he let me up. That was one of my many stories with Bill. The other was involving the fact that we used to race our bikes at Putnamville church just as if we were at Lincoln Park Speedway. Bill always beat me being 4 years older. However one day I was ahead of him and he was not to happy as it was coming to the end of the race so he decided he would knock my back tire out. It worked however what Bill did not realize is as I went down he was behind me and he had no where to go. So he layed the bike down and slid the metal pedal into my head. Blood came running down and I went riding home to get stictches. He said that I never looked crossing 40 and I said I did. These were some of the stories that when we would get together we would laugh about. It was great growing up with him and having him to compete against. I miss you Bill. Shondra I thought you would like these to.