Prior to landing at The Motley Fool, he was a co-founder of a specialty international telecommunications carrier. Some of his best friends, though, are still convinced that he worked for the CIA.
Bill thinks the designated hitter is sacrilege, mint jelly is revolting, the Gotterdaemmerung is overrated, that Mississippi is worth it if only for the blues, and people who drive slow in the passing lane are the most dangerous folks on the road. He can be placated with scotch, beef jerky, or Tabasco sauce; but not at the same time. He's also never been comfortable talking about himself in the third person.