tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712971380199218176.post7170618091177226635..comments2017-02-08T10:42:05.250-05:00Comments on A Small Collection of Recollections: My FatherUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712971380199218176.post-87527514384582256392012-05-27T09:27:51.033-04:002012-05-27T09:27:51.033-04:00I remember the times when I came into your parents...I remember the times when I came into your parents house to paint and your dad would have greeted me with (hey paesano) I always look forward to those days because work wasn't work. Simply put to have listen to Bill teaching his students was a joy. Truly a master with the vilion.<br />Francesca Your father will always live on thru your music...<br /><br />Nick CapobiancoAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712971380199218176.post-59053672309790704552012-04-24T14:53:17.760-04:002012-04-24T14:53:17.760-04:00So beautiful. This brought tears to my eyes. I a...So beautiful. This brought tears to my eyes. I always loved talking to Uncle Bill and he helped me in so many ways. I'll never forget him.. Love, DebbieAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com