Monday, October 14, 2024
I was in my early teens when we moved up to Goshen and Bill was 20 years older, but I appreciated that he would always take time to joke around with me whenever he stopped by to help Dad with something. He was one of the older relatives who would treat me like a person, not a kid. One of his usual comments was "boy, you need a haircut", no matter if I just came back from the barber shop. I always think of him when it's time to get a trim. (Not that there's much of my hair to trim these days.)
