Killer Instinct
Over 800 people attended the funeral, according to the local
newspaper's estimate.....
The cloudless day, lit by an early morning sun that cast soft shadows
among the mourners, was disturbed only by the gentle murmur of the
preacher's voice and the distant hum of traffic racing past on Hwy 401.
Off-duty Durham Regional Police officers received an unexpected bonus that
morning, when they were called in to handle parking problems around the
cemetery and direct the seemingly endless flow of floral tributes.
"Black Billy" he'd called himself. He'd appeared in Pickering one
unremarkable day, just as suddenly as he'd departed this life. No fanfare
of trumpets, no grandiose ...
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His scarred face looked troubled
for a moment. "Coulda been the Champ. Didn' get a chance. Said I don' got
the killer instinct. I know I got it. Jus' need a chance." His audience
nodded appreciatively and exchanged understanding glances. Billy shuffled
to a stop and shook his big head as a huge grin split his battered face.
"No use cryin' over spilt milk. That was a long time ago. Yeah man, a long
time ago. He extended a large paw and shook each person's hand solemnly.
"Jus' call me Black Billy," he said, the infectious, innocent
grinencompassing the entire group, like a warming beam of sunlight after a
rain-storm. It was hard not to like him.
Before too long, someone who knew someone who had a friend, had
arranged a job for Billy, in the Marina at the foot of Liverpool Rd. A
small housetrailer - "It was just rusting away, sitting up at the cottage,"
according to the owner - was procured and installed in a corner, near the
parking lot. Billy spent a few days cleaning it up and ...
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that he hailed from Nova Scotia, and that he had no living
relatives.
Initially, the more cautious parents in the neighbourhood instructed
their offspring not to talk to Billy, but as time progressed he became a
familiar figure. And he'd happily interrupt one of his endless jogging
trips to help a flustered young mother trying to cope with two kids and
armfuls of groceries, or lend a hand with a pile of lumber destined to
become a garden shed. He became accepted by everyone.
He had a special affinity with little kids, though. They hung around
the marina, peering through the chainlink fence, watching Billy scrape
hulls, his huge, muscled body stripped to the waist in the ...
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