(The following is the seventh in Life in the Boomer Lane’s new series, “Old Posts to Dredge out on Slow Weekends Because When I Posted Them Originally People Cared More About the Economy and World Peace Than My Blog.” Although nothing has changed, it’s the start of a slow weekend.)
This month, Now Husband and LBL lost a dear friend. Bill was a journalist with the Asbury Park Press. He was a larger-than-life character, the star of his own novel. He stood tall, drank hard, spoke gruffly, and had little tolerance for decorum of any kind. He was the kind of friend every man wanted, and the kind of husband who any woman should have run from, but didn’t. There were hundreds of people at Bill’s funeral, a funeral Bill would never have wanted in the first place. Bill’s friends trumped him on that one. Judy, his window, stood in line for four hours, receiving people’s condolences. Most of the mourners just wanted to tell Judy a memory of some crazy or wonderful (or both) experience of Bill. Judy patiently listened to each. She knew they were talking to Bill, not to her.
Bill was exceptionally good at what he did, which in later years was to write about real people in real circumstances. He was the first journalist to write about the David Goldman case, and, because of him, the case ultimately garnered national attention. Even Hillary Clinton became involved, and Goldman was ultimately reunited with his son.
Before he became a journalist who ferreted out human interest stories like Goldman’s, Bill was, for many years, the sports columnist for the newspaper. Bill never met a horse he didn’t like or a race he didn’t bet on. When he and Judy married, after a short, whirlwind courtship of 18 years, they did so in the winner’s circle at Monmouth Race Track, officiated by the track chaplain. Their wedding invitations were mock ups of a racing program. They called it “The Handleman Invitational For 40 Year Olds and Up.” Bill was already at the track on the intended day, watching the races, writing his columns, and making his bets. Judy put her wedding dress on, drove herself to Monmouth and went to the site of the ceremony. Bill took a long enough break from the betting windows to join her. After the ceremony, Bill wanted to place a blanket of flowers around Judy’s neck, just like they do for the winning horse at the Kentucky Derby. Judy declined. It might have been the only time Bill acquiesced to her wishes.
Bill was born in Tokyo and lived in Paris as a child, the eldest son of a prominent journalist. He attended a French language school. Once back on American soil, he never left. When my husband and I went to Paris a couple of years ago, Bill and Judy were supposed to join us. Instead, Bill used his travel money to have a new driveway put in. Trips to Paris weren’t real to Bill; driveways and people were. Usually, his travels almost always just took him to Saratoga, or wherever else the big races were.
If you haven’t realized it yet, Bill was an interesting guy. Put a cap on the word “interesting” and let your imagination run wild. Judy has so many crazy stories about her years with Bill that if she wrote a book, few would believe it. Life with Bill was more than a roller coaster. Imagine the roller coaster throwing you off, and you narrowly miss being flung into space because you manage to grab onto the seat bar by one hand and you are holding on for dear life and the roller coaster is approaching a rise as high as Everest and… Well, you get the picture.
So Bill had gotten this cancer thing. Much as he loved the races, he never intended to be in one himself. He couldn’t go to Saratoga this past year, and that really pissed him off. Cancer stopped his trip to Saratoga, but it didn’t stop the 34 year argument that Bill and Judy had been having, first about Bill’s drinking (he stopped that in 1987) and smoking (that happened one year later), then about his gambling. Bill countered with his own list of grievances about Judy, and he always made sure he looked startled when Judy made a motion to hug him or hold his hand. Bill liked to be seen as the Big Lug, the Tough Guy. But all you had to do was read his Goldman pieces or any of the other columns he had written about the struggles of all the people no one noticed, but should have, to understand that Bill noticed. And, after he noticed, he started typing.
Bill’s illness had been tough on Judy. Her way of dealing with it at times was to keep in mind the ordinary, everyday frustrations and annoyances she has always had about Bill, and to talk about those instead. That’s what kept her grounded to real life. A couple of months ago, she didn’t do that. She simply asked, “Can you believe how much I love this guy?” Yes, Judy, LBL could. No surprise at all. Back in February, while Bill was at home and unable to go anywhere, it was racing day, as usual, at Fair Grounds Racecourse in New Orleans. In the 7th was a horse by the name of “Handleman,” named after Bill. At 5-2, he was described as a “lukewarm” favorite. Bill got a real kick out of that one. It didn’t bother him one bit. He knew that even the best of us are lukewarm at times. And that is exactly what makes the victories so much sweeter.
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Paprika Furstenburg
December 17, 2011
What a loving tribute to your friend.
lifeintheboomerlane
December 17, 2011
Thanks, Paprika. Bill was a real character and great friend.
Kathryn McCullough
December 17, 2011
What a wonderful post, what a delightful man. Bill sounds a lot like my dad, minus the mafia. Have a great weekend, Renee————
Kathy
lifeintheboomerlane
December 17, 2011
Thanks, Kathy!
k8edid
December 17, 2011
Hope you are healing up nicely…enjoy the Percocet!! I am sorry (belatedly) for the loss of your friend. He sounds larger than life and very fun to know. Cancer is an ugly, hateful disease – ravaging its victims and their families and friends.
lifeintheboomerlane
December 17, 2011
Bill fought until the last minute. There’s another part to this story, one that occurred in the hospice. I might write about that later.
ladywithatruck
December 17, 2011
Excellent post, what a lovely tribute to your friend. He sounds like someone very special.
Well done.
Carrie
lifeintheboomerlane
December 17, 2011
And thanks for reading!
Main Street Musings Blog
December 17, 2011
So sorry for your loss.
lifeintheboomerlane
December 17, 2011
Thanks. He was some kind of life force, all right.
Audubon Ron
December 17, 2011
Great tribute. But, maybe if he quit drinking and smoking in 1987, maybe he just got cancer.
lifeintheboomerlane
December 17, 2011
Thanks, Ron. We’ll never know if the drinking and smoking had any impact.
Betty Londergan
December 17, 2011
Beautiful tribute to a man who was obviously hard to forget — I love people who are so quirky, unconventional and naughty! Like Speaker 7 of ramblings and rumblings (your blogger of the week) — you introduced me to her, and she makes me laugh at almost every single one of her ferocious, hilarious posts!!
lifeintheboomerlane
December 17, 2011
Thanks, Betty. Re Speaker 7, I feel the same way. When I see a new post from her pop up, I start laughing before I start reading. “Ferocious” is a great way to describe her. And I love that while she is skewering the deserving suspects, she is also making fun of herself.
John
December 17, 2011
What a lovely tribute to a friend. Now I miss Bill and I didn’t even know him.
lifeintheboomerlane
December 17, 2011
I can hear him laughing at your comment.
notquiteold
December 17, 2011
He sounds like someone I wish I had known.
lifeintheboomerlane
December 17, 2011
Yes, he was like some kind of crazy magnet that drew people to him. Everyone who met Bill felt like they knew him forever.
gojulesgo
December 18, 2011
I couldn’t agree more. This is a beautiful post.
Rebecca Latson Photography
December 17, 2011
A wonderful tribute and an excellent piece of writing that left me teary-eyed at the end.
lifeintheboomerlane
December 17, 2011
Thanks, Rebecca.
Carolyn
December 18, 2011
My condolences to you and Judy. I don’t like losing a dear friend, especially to cancer.
lifeintheboomerlane
December 18, 2011
Thanks, Carolyn. I’m whisking Judy down to Florida at the end of January. We’ll stay with another friend down there who lives close to yet another friend. It’s been two years, and Judy hasn’t left NJ. This will be a fun road trip/Girls Getaway.
nrhatch
December 18, 2011
Wonderful tribute to your friend Bill.
BTW: I grew up in Monmouth County ~ reading the Asbury Park Press and the Daily Register.
lifeintheboomerlane
December 18, 2011
Wow, what community did you grow up in? Bill lived in Neptune. He spent all of his later years finding local people with great stories to tell. He was their voice. Because of Bill and Judy, I was introduced to Ocean Grove. What a lovely place!
nrhatch
December 18, 2011
I lived in Colts Neck and went to high school in Marlboro. My husband lived in Middletown (next to Red Bank and Sandy Hook). Ocean Grove is pretty.
karen
December 18, 2011
This is truthfully a lovely post to read at Christmas time. I’m glad you found a quiet weekend on which to repost it. I love being reminded of people who are, unabashedly, themselves. I would love to read your followup post about hospice …
lifeintheboomerlane
December 18, 2011
Thanks, Karen, and thanks for visiting Life in the Boomer Lane. You’ve encouraged me to just write a follow up, of sorts. I’ll post it tomorrow.
Laurie Mirkin (Desind)
December 19, 2011
Bill does sound like he was larger-than-life. We all love to know people like Bill. In comparison, most other people are boring. I lost 5 people I know and loved in a special way, just since February of this year. One was Michael. Talk about larger-than-life. The trouble with someone like Michael is that about 500 other people were mourning him, too. There were blogs, message boards, newspaper articles. I kept trying to post my own Michael stories amongst hundreds of other postings. I actually had the nerve to get annoyed. I wanted to see my contribution and not have it get lost amongst those of people who might not have loved him as much as I did! I can get real assy that way. Thanks for introducing Bill. And I hope you are feeling better. I’m Sande’s friend.
Life in the Boomer Lane
December 19, 2011
Hey, Laurie! Because I was dealt too few brain cells to begin with, and because I have reached that age of brain cell depletion, I saw your name and thought, “Oh that sounds familiar.” Duh. Yes, I know what you mean. I am the same way. That’s why I loved doing the blog piece. Bill was a journalist and most of his friends were journalists. They write for newspapers. But I am a BLOGGER, so I could do that. And no editor had to approve what I wrote. I am feeling just about totally normal. This was really easy. Thanks for your thoughts!
writerwoman61
December 19, 2011
An oldie, but a goodie, Renée…love this post!
Hope your recovery is going well…
Wendy
Tori Nelson
December 20, 2011
Renee, I am just now catching up on my blog reading, and I am so sad to find this post. While you offered a beautiful tribute to Bill, I am so sorry you had to lose him.