I remember his incredible hospitality on Boxing Day. I remember driving in a downpour a few years ago to reach the “magic house” that his son (and my dear friend Alex) spoke about with frequency. The drive was harrowing and beautiful. Once we arrived both Bill and Karin treated me, my husband, and our spirited 18 month-old Roxie with warmth and welcome. I’ll never forget sipping delicious soup while gazing out over the wet and gorgeous landscape. A warm memory indeed. He will be missed.