Idling away some time on Google, I entered Bill's name and came to this thread. I remember Bill from my childhood visits to Old Sturbridge Village. Later, as a teen I got to spend more time with him when I worked there during summers. Real treats were the very rare occassions when he and Tony Scott were both singing on the green. Tony would later serve the vital role of draft counselor to me. In 1969 a friend and I spent a delightful weekend with Bill and Gene at their Maine island home. A pure delight. Time passed and, alas, distanced my from those days and the people I knew. It has been heartwarming to read these messages.