You were a constant and continual part of our lives, bill. With your notebooks full of specifications and annotations. You walked these streets with us, amongst us, as one of us, Bill. Whatever you were before you arrived here remains a delightful mystery but, a gentleman you remained, evidenced in your elegant gait and your buttoned up shirts and slacks. You were as perennial as the oaks and the river and the music that rings through our Quarter. Some spirited nights, some run down mornings, some frenzied afternoons, we would pass you in the street and smile, Bill. Because you inspired us, Bill. Whatever your endeavored pursuit was, we hope you have found the astral plane in which to launch it, Bill. We hope to one day see it, Bill. Until then, you are missing from us, Bill.