March 6, 1980 - "Letters: Dear Wayne, When I was a kid growing up, Bill Williams gave a lot. He was a gentle man, unpretentious, with a strong way of sharing. With his passing, I wanted to say something special. He liked poetry. Here's one for you, Bill.

This time heroes bow down;

your death came as no surprise

but I had forgotten

where decency lived.

On our street you picked

the kids up every day -

committed us to quiet values;

time seemed patient then.

We won't write about your life

in any special way, having

set no records, taken no

medals, all that you gave

Engraves the lost time when

the land steadied itself

for one last attempt

to drink with thirst much

that America has forgotten.

-For Bill Williams

(1897-1980) by David Campiche

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