September has many dates of importance in the first two weeks, and I forgot to remember my brother-in-law's , Billy's, passing. Bill used to work for a company owned by people in the UK, and whenever that airplane carrying the bosses would touch down, there would be an exodus of upper class Brit types who would come into the terminal, sniff, look around, and say "Where's Bill?"
It was sort of let the good times roll!
So last night Brian Dennehy drops by, and he is a bit tired, since he just left the night performance of "Twelth Night" in Stratford, makes the drive, and collapses on the couch in the front room. I tell him how much we liked the play, yadda-yadda, and it would have been great if Billy had been there.
He looks at me, wondering. My wife explains that he had met Billy a few years ago when he, Brian Dennehy, had been the center of attraction at some event hosted by Bill's company down in Florida.
Mr. Dennehy thought for a moment, then had an enormous smile explode across his face. He remembered Bill! No one forgets him.
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