Bill died 10 years ago today. He was a brother in law but more like a brother. He was my best friend, fishing buddy, golf partner and business partner. I told my wife once that we would have to be married a hundred years to be able to sit across a table at lunchtime as many times as Bill and I did. Over this last weekend I had some extraordinary fishing luck. I kept running in to schools of large white Bass about 3 lbs each. I must have caught over three hundred pounds of fish in three days with a little over an hours effort every day. Bill had this infectious giggle that slipped out of him when he was nervous or having fun. I kept hearing his giggle and thinking what a blast he would have down at the lake. I bought the place right after he died. I told my wife that I wanted a lake house all my life and always planned on getting one. And, apparently we die. Happy Birthday Bill I still miss you every day. I just wanted to tell someone that.