Here's a shot of Bill being his playful self. He was saying Carl was moving way too slow putting his wrecked Chevelle back together and thought he should get him moving. He came out with his Ruger Blackhawk .44 Mag and a lil .32 auto. Bill didn't care if cops came by. He laughed at the guy walking by with his dog who freaked. Carl and I knew he was just having some fun. It shows Bill how I usually saw him, white T shirt, jeans, Army cap and sunglasses; and a good sense of humor.
God bless BILL! I'm sorry for you loss,Scott as well as Bill's Family's,He just *looked* like a real pisser to hang around with 8)! And to have 'an 'open wepon' in His Hands like that(in 'Bleed'n Heart Liberal Kalifornia no less.... :o)just shows He was the type who just didin't give a Rat'a Ass about nothin'.....which is cool. ~J/W.
Margaret found the title and gave it to me tonight. I asked why Bill wanted me to have the car. He told me a couple years ago that he wanted me to have it, but never really said why. When his Cutlass got wasted he needed a car to get Margaret to and from work and get groceries. His sister wouldnt loan him one ofher cars, so Bill decided to go rent one until the insurance company paid off the wreck. I offered up the Caprice. I was only driving to work, about ten miles a week, where it just sat. I was also driving the Impala on the weekends. So, I handed over the keys to Bill. I knew he wouldnt disrespect it. We werent real close friends yet, but I knew he was trustworthy. He tried to give me some money for rent, but I refused because he was on a fixed income. But, a month later he and Margaret double teamed me, and we agreed on fifty bucks a month was fair. He drove it for nine months until we found his Monte Carlo.
I guess Bill thought more of the gesture than I ever knew.
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