We were "minstrels," in-the-very-best-sense-of-the-word.
Back before AM radio got so angry, and voices-piped-in-from-somewhere-else started telling us what to think, the on-air voices were cheerful locals. In the 70s, "WKRP in Cincinnati" depicted a kind of theater that played in every city in the USA. Disc jockeys like these were CHARACTERS. And we've lost one such character, a tireless cheerleader in Southern New England's radio heyday.
Brother Bill was WPRO's ultimate "utility infielder," a versatile Seventh Man when he and Salty/Larry/Jimmy/Gary/HC/Cherub were The Pro Personalities.
What many here may not know about is Billy's 80s radio resume. He moved on to Las Vegas, where he was something-of a Talk Radio pioneer. Late at night, on a powerful station there, his voice wafted through the late night into a dozen states. I remember turning on "60 Minutes" one night, when they were doing a story about little-green-people-who-were-said-to-have-crashed-spacecraft-in-the-desert. And there was The Brother, on a bullhorn, unloading a busload of folks he'd rounded-up and brought out there. What a character.
Jimmy Gray and Gary DeGraide and John Bina and Dave Barber and I, and, I suspect, other WPRO alumni, made a point of spending time with Billy this past year. Even under the circumstances, being-with-him recently was like those DJ meetings in the 70s. LOTS of hollering and laughing.
Affable, energetic and relentlessly cheerful, he was also an extremely non-judgmental person.
Just-about the only thing I can imagine he'd disapprove of is our tears now.
RIP Brother Bill.