my wedding -- Bill on the left mom and Bill Bill on the left I have not been sure if I should, or even could, write a tribute to my friend Old Bill, who died a few years ago, and whose birthday it is today. I’ve known him almost my whole life. My mom has always had a hard time taking care of herself, and he was pretty much her unofficial (as in, not a government-sanctioned public administrator) caretaker, out of love for her and kindness. He picked me up from school every Friday to take me to mom’s work to pick her up, and then to drive us home. I’ve gone over all of this before, but it’s so important to underscore again and again what a wonderful person he was. There will never be anyone even close to him in this world again. Me and mom called him Old Bill because she had another close friend we called Young Bill. I thought it might hurt Old Bill’s feelings at one point, probably when I was 11, to have him referred to as “old”...