He was the son of William T. Piper, who made his airplane a synonym for any airplane that was neither military or an airliner.
Airplanes, cats, guns, war, the more than occasional rant about the party of the Confederacy, the spinelessness of the Democraps and ramblings about anything else that flits through the somewhat offbeat mind of an armed lesbian pinko as she slides down the Razor Blade of Life.

Bill has left us. Not with a bang or a boom, just a silent passing of wings on a sunny summers day. He will missed.
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