Bill was always a kind neighbor. I enjoyed sharing baked goods with Bill and Denise. With fondness I remember when my daughter was little. She drove her Barbie jeep around the cul-de-sac and Bill smiled at her and asked, "Do you have a license to drive that car?" She went inside, made a driver's license using her colored pencils, and returned to show it to Bill. He pretended to inspect it and then said she was good to go.