Stephen Schlichting
“Wild” Bill was me neighbor in Richardson. I met Bill one day cleaning my garage. His white cadillac with the magnetic American flag on the door came screeching up sideways in my driveway. I wander out to see what the ruckus is about and I meet Bill, hes pointing at my motorcycle and telling me he just had a 2nd or 3rd bypass and he wanted to buy my bike and go zooming around the neighborhood. I told him it probably wasnt in his best interest but we sat and chatted and got to be friends. Every so often I would have a friend over to cook and would invite Bill over to eat and BS. He lived his life his way, unapologetic and if you had an issue, you could pound sand, LOL. He was sad when the farm in Terrell was sold, but was happy his truck ended up close to where he could visit it at times. I lost touch with him a bit after he went to senior housing, he had come by to tell me he was having a blast on driving one of those electric scooter the kids in the neighborhood were riding, LOL. He will be missed. Let his zest for life be carried on by all those he touched