June 11, 2017
It was almost worth traveling to Vegas to watch Bill see me from across the room, smile and get up to give me a hug. I managed to make him smile and laugh with his mouth wide open, not the polite, small laugh he keeps handy. I did get a certain satisfaction at the confused looks from his companions - you could just see them wondering who the hell I was. He's got to be eighty now, but still quite spry and amazingly sharp, even if a little frail. Will I be so lucky in thirty years? Or even twenty years?