I join the other readers in our community who looked forward to Bill Morems writings in his columns, sometimes peeping through as brickbats or bouquets, and his careful and sensitive handling of obituaries. Bill is a superb listener and has the creative mind to weave a story to inform as well as enjoy. Lucky us to have enjoyed Bills wit and writings for so many years.
I had the wonderful advantage of having been Bills babysitter, when he and his brothers became my charges during their formative years. Bills favorite role when he was five or six was to be a commando with dark clothing, camouflaged to go undetected. It was mine, too, because I would lock the boys out of the house for the game, which came to an end one night when their father returned early to pick up something he had forgotten.
In very few moments, the commandos were in their pajamas, ready for the Adventures of Janie Nettleship. Bill still remembers these bedtime stories and lovingly tells me that was when his sense of humor began to develop.
Readers will miss Bill for bringing a human, local community touch to The Tribune.