The fact remains that the background to that opening comment stems from the following, as the two of us sat in Howard’s living room, with me making notes on copious anecdotes from Howard to add to Bill’s forthcoming obit. I did, however, feel the need to interrupt the flow of the numerous facts and information to point out to dear old Howard that it was Bill’s obit we were actually concentrating on – not his.
The truth was such that these two scooter icons were so intimately tied together over such a broad spread of time that Howard and Bill’s lives closely related. My pausing of Howard’s reminiscences (and the distinct possibility of me having just had the temerity to remind him of his own mortality) made Howard chuckle in the manner he only usually adopted when exercising his very own brand of very dry humour, which was often misinterpreted by some as being too pointed and seen as an example of rudeness on his part – this was far from the truth, as his close friends would freely testify. Howard’s laconic comment, following this pause in the
