|Rog and I visited Bill in Baja California a few years ago. |
We went out in a boat (he loved to sail) and every night
we watched the splendid sunsets over the Pacific. Bob Dog helped us dig
up clams on the beach with which we made Paella.
Bill was an extraordinary character, a documentary filmmaker - and writer/artist/woodworker/ and more. I met him at the dog park when he came to Rochester for medical care several years ago, traveling with his huge black lab, Bob. Nearly every afternoon for most of that year we sat atop the picnic table, him relating the amazing adventures of his life while we either swatted mosquitos or shivered in our winter parkas (depending upon the month) as our dogs romped in the creek.
I sent him a farewell message this morning, but it arrived too late.
My dear friend Bill,
My heart is filled with sorrow as you sail gently into the sunset. I hope when you get there it is as beautiful a sunset as you have ever seen, and I know you have savored quite a few.
Your life has been jam-packed with remarkable adventures, fascinating people, beautiful places, philosophical ideas, delectable flavors, spectacular vistas. You lived with gusto and brought many people and at least one huge, black dog much joy.
I am so glad I had the opportunity to be your friend. Wishing you comfort and peace.