Bill was always a phoney and a punk to me. I sensed he was perverted immediately upon meeting him.
Who went to the Community Church for Halloween where he positioned himself at the bottom of a slide in the dark basement to embrace his targets? Remember that?
Besides sexually deviant behavior, he pitted kids against one another and favored popular, good looking kids.
He was a son-of-a-bitch, a coward, a liar, a nothing, a big shot wanna be, a horse’s rear end and couldn’t make it in the real world of adults for a day.
Winnetka failed the students under his supervision. There was more than enough evidence demonstrating how sick he was, enough to have fired him and to have notified police.
In a piece he did for public radio, he reminisces about his most precious memories: his scouts on Memorial Day in Winnetka. They were perfectly silent and respectful of the day’s activities.
To Bill’s defenders, many linebackers sang the praises of Sandusky. I bet none knew he liked to shower with prepubescent boys, alone, on Friday nights
