When I could look beyond his beautiful body, and he often went without a shirt, he was a very sweet, warm, and open man, looking for fun. In our last conversation, he talked about the pleasures of furnishing his home in Palm Springs with 50s artifacts. He loved to run – at his Memorial at the Castro Theater, there were numbers of pictures of him running, some in the oddest of places. There is a certain sweetness in knowing that he died while out for a morning run in Palm Springs.
Wonderful emergency room doctor at Ralph K. Davie’s here in San Francisco, saw many Billy’s in that setting. Handsome and kind and athletic. His death was sudden and unexpected. Greatly missed.
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