Bill was raising his children in the small Kentucky town, Cynthiana. It was a great place for a kid to grow up in the 1940s. A kid could jump on his bike and ride in any direction to find one of seven fishing holes within an easy pedal through town.
The favored basketball court for the children was the Fitzgerald place, as it was usable well into the nighttime hours because of the spill over light from the hospital parking lot. Chasing fireflies, listening to radio broadcasts of Kentucky basketball games, as well playing with a little pet dog named Herman, filled the life of Bill’s son.