I have known Bill a good 25 years or so, meeting him at the Orland Park card show. In addition to Orland, I would see Bill at the Sun-Times shows, the National and most any show I set up at in Northern, Indiana.
Bill possessed a warm kind soul, he brought a smile to my face every time I saw him. He collected 1986 Fleer basketball. He would walk up to my table at card shows and say, "You got any for me?" Then we would start talking '86 Fleer.
A big Michael Jordan fan, he started purchasing '86 Fleer back in 1986 and he was amazed at how those cards rose in value. At some point, the cards were just too expensive for Bill, a retired steel worker, to continue to purchase, though he already had three or four complete sets.
I regularly advised him to sell his sets and enjoy the money. He would just smile. He enjoyed the cards far more than he would the money. I got it.
Bill was such a mild-mannered guy, he seemed like somebody you would meet in Mayberry. He would park himself at my table at card shows and we would chat. He loved 1960's football and Johnny Unitas. He hated to drive a car, especially on the highway. His lovely wife Karen or his daughter Christine would often drive him to shows.
I was always a little shocked when he would end our conversations with a dirty joke because he seemed more like the local church pastor than a salty guy at the local tavern with endless dirty jokes. His delivery was so good -- a master storyteller and jokester.
Bill was born in 1944 in Gary, Indiana. He proudly served in the U.S. Army from 1965 to 1967, then worked for U.S. Steel for 30 years before retiring in 1999. He loved his pet cat and had cat stories for me as well.
Folks often marvel at my card-show schedule and wonder why I do it every weekend -- well the main reason is I get to meet and hang out with people like Bill who just make my life better.
I will miss you Bill. Thank you for your camaraderie and friendship.
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