I was deeply distressed to hear the news of Bill's passing. While I knew he was not well, it is hard to come to grips with a world without him.
I met "Billy Bob" as I would call him in the spring of '75 when I moved to Largo with the Comptroller's Office and he lived in the same apartment complex. We became great friends from the start and often commuted to work along with the late Jack Kinsella.
I remember his great love of music and how we hated to be in a car with other members of the examining crew that we called the "disco bunch."
My wife and I invited Bill over to dinner one night for some steaks. I was grilling on the front porch of the apartment and started to pull the steaks of the grill but Bill wanted his left on for a few more minutes. I left the BBQ fork with him and took the plate inside meaning to bring it back. I was gone for about a minute and then heard my wife scream "BILL!" as I looked to see Bill carrying his steak skewered on the fork dripping on the rug. Bill looked like "What? I do this all the time at my apartment." That was Bill. I still laugh when I think about it.
There were about 25 examiners in the mid 70s in Tampa Bay so one didn't always see people for a few weeks at a time. Missing Bill was unfortunate as he always had that big smile and was one of my best audiences.
The last time I remember seeing Bill was here in Tallahassee when the department had all the bank examiners in Tallahassee. I was long gone from the department at the time but was invited to join many of my old friends at Happy Hour. Bill pulled out a piece of paper and announced that he had compiled a list of what he called "Straubisms" or things that I had said over the years that Bill called more than memorable. Decorum prevents a listing of the isms.
Farewell old friend. And to his family, Bill will always be remembered by so many folks and know that we share your grief.