He okayed the first chicken dinner at his house on my 21st birthday. Without him there would be no roast. He loved this day and said it was like waiting for Christmas morning. Every year he would take out his notes from the prior year and try to come up with a way to make the roast more cost effective and run a little smoother. He loved how it brought old friends and new together for a common cause and a good time. It's the only time I ever saw him drink tequila. It was more his day than mine. From pig prep to clean up he was there with me helping out. It's not gonna be the same without him, but we know he'll be with us in spirit. We love you, Bill.