After retiring in 1992, he decided that his reports really were dull, and not so magnificent. In 1998, he turned his attention to writing Christmas Letters that were in retaliation to the "over-the-top" chronicles of the lives of friends and acquaintances, and of course their beautiful children, which he would receive each year.
Following some success with his letters (these were being read by some 50-plus folks a year, a vast improvement over his Saab reports), he found himself goaded by his friend, Bill Reed of Misty Valley Books, into writing poetry for the Annual Poetry Night, which Bill and his wife Lynne hosted every summer. Since Bil was by no means a poet, he has called his writings "pomes" so as not to disgrace the art of poetry.
Over the years, other whacky and not so whacky ideas popped into his head, which are also included in this book.
Bil lives with his wife Christine Tattersall in the beautiful village of Grafton Vermont, along with their two kids, Tom (Tommy) Sawyer and Huck (Huckie) Finn. Huckie even contributed to part of this book when Bil had Carpal Tunnel Syndrome and couldn't type one of his Christmas letters. He did pretty well at it, and may be on his way to a career of his own. We will have to see.