Today is the funeral for Bill and the body goes into the ground. That is a strange place for my friend but the options just ran out. His daughter, Helen, is a PA so I was kept daily informed of the ups (few) and downs (sadly, many) of Bill's fight to continue his place in our world. At age 91 he had earned far more than he was given but to be great is not always to be rich and famous, as all musicians know well. My comment to students that "Bill had forgotten more than we would ever learn" still stands. He was a remarkably gifted man who felt that he had to work very hard to do well -- a surprising comment offered to me during our increasingly intimate relationship over the past ten or so years. It really started when his wife Rosemary became ill and I started a telephone campaign to keep his spirits engaged. How the whole thing started probably will help you out since this is the story of "Me and Bill" -- the only way I know how to tell it.