Bill and I met in the 1970's when we both worked at Hills Supermarket in Plainedge, Long Island, NY. We would have our summer picnic at Eisenhower Park, which was nearby. At one of the picnics, I wandered off a little to do something, can't remember what, and I suddenly hear behind me what sounded like someone running toward me, because I could hear branches breaking like someone was running over them through the woods. I turned around and saw Bill. I said oh hey Bill, what's up? He said oh someone told me you were over here having a fight with someone. I said no, I don't know where they got that from, you must have misunderstood them. And I said but the fact that you thought that and then came running over here tells me what a great friend you are. I brought this story up to him when I called him shortly after his diagnoses. I'm not sure he remembered it, but that's because he was just doing what was to him the natural thing to do. I remembered it all these years because it struck me as special, which it was. I'm so glad we kept in touch all these years. And now as I write, I have to wait for my eyes to stop tearing, so I can re-read my story before posting. Till we meet again Bill, thanks for many wonderful memories...