May God bless you and your...
It was Bill who greeted us summer of 1980(?) when I interviewed for an admin job. The kids were climbing the trees outside the Middle School just across the street -- and that was just fine. He was a steady, understanding and forgiving voice for all the years I knew him. I was reminded that he grew up in a paper mill town as did my Mom and Dad (Maine, not Washington). He never lost track of the lives of most of the folks who make our towns and cities go--and he gave selflessly to their...
Peter Hendrickson
December 10, 2024 | Friend