“Uncle Bill” was one of my closest confidants and advisors. As a relatively young uncle, he was also a close friend. And growing up with impetuous “wild card” parents, he provided me with a much needed beacon of reason and stability.

A giant in my life deceased but never gone.

When you open those valentine cards today, take a moment to think of the child laborers who make them. They work long hours in cramped conditions with unreasonable production quotas, while exposed to Elmer’s Glue and magic marker fumes, dull scissors, and glitter dust.

They toil for your hearts!

Even after 30-plus years off of the ice, we managed to execute a flawless dualing-double-dog triple-axel. Still a great crowd pleaser.

A guy can dream can’t he?