Mark Hernes
Uncle Bill had no equal when it came to slinging BS. As we remember him, there will be tons of stories and tons of laughs. But from my perspective, that only tells part of his story. I knew his true heart the first time I showed up at his house. I was just a punk who was dating his niece but from the minute I walked in his door he welcomed me and treated me like family. That never changed. Of all his gifts, that’s the one that I’ll miss the most. Rest in peace “Uncle Bull.”
And go to hell COVID.

