Below is a precious email from my friend Bill. He died a few years ago from complications from an epileptic seizure. Although I know in my mind he is gone, when I read things like this, part of me likes to pretend he’s still knocking around, wearing his white t-shirt and glasses, and as usual, carrying his bag and beloved computer all over kingdom come. I miss you buddy, and I hope you are enjoying that huge, huge house of yours. Maybe we’ll be neighbors one day.
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