Giving Bill Cornwell – The Bird

I was surprised to hear Bill Cornwell on the phone. Alas, did he give me a call in order to fess-up, take responsibility for the huge pee-stain on the back seat of the car Vicki rented – that he was driving when someone had a bad accident? Fat friggen chance!

What I hear is Bill telling me he is a traditional kind of guy, full of family traditions, or, whatever! After saying; “You are about to lose you daughter and grandchild.” Bill got down to family business.

“Heather and I want to go into business together – run a Bar & Grill.”

“Daddy’s home!” was my first thought, because this was my father’s Narccistic approach to being a family man, a married man with four children – who along with his wife – competed with him for precious narcissistic material – that he was extremely stingy with. To get around…