Bill D.

What do I know from guns? Nothing. A Glock maybe? Anyway, my good friend Bill D. was pointing one at me. I had come by his apartment in Boca one morning, fairly early, and knocked. After some time he answered with “come on in slowly” which should have been a clue. He wasn’t at the door, but standing back down the entrance hall. Naked but for black briefs and the gun. It was a little disconcerting as I recall. Bill was a tall boy, really dark black hair, shoulder length in the 60’s style and fairly hairy otherwise or so I remember from the picture I still have in my head of that greeting. I can’t remember what transpired after that, I’m sure it was not important except that the weapon must have been put down as I am still alive. He must have had a pretty hard night before I apparently got him up. Bill D. was a child prodigy pianist who played even during our high school days at all the nicest places in Palm Beach and Singer Island. He went on to Nashville to play and travel with name bands in the country music scene. I met him years later as he settled down to gentleman farm life near Nashville when I had a business trip there. How I enjoyed seeing him again, but I did meet him at a very public place. He mentioned he no longer took any drugs.