Two years ago today we lost a piece of our heart as Big Blue Nation in Mr. Bill Keightley. I don’t cry much, seldom ever, but on this day two years ago I shed a tear for our beloved equipment manager. Hell, Rob and I both named our dogs after him! (Yes, I copied Rob because it was a good idea and my wife wouldn’t let me name a kid after him.)
For some silly reason I still feel like it was BCG’s fault. Don’t ask me why, it just feels good blaming it on him.
Here is to you Mr. Keightley. May you rest-in-peace and we miss you dearly. I am sure you would have loved to been there this year, though I am sure you were watching high in the sky!