I loved my "Big Guy" and my memories of life with him range from sentimental to uproarious. In regards to the latter, this story relates to Bill's tendency to "roar" at any and all around him if things were not going his way.
Once, after we moved to The Villages, I spent an entire day visiting an old friend down in St Pete, arriving home just after dark. Bill, who usually stayed up well past midnight was already in bed!
I said "Honey, are you sick?" His reply: " I had a terrible day today, and you weren't here to yell at!" (It's wonderful to be needed.) - Bill's last wife, Joan....