William, my favorite manager, had his final day today. He’s been in this industry for 40 years and at Shelly Sholes for about seven. His silvery white hair and pale caramel skin made him a father-like figure, along with his high restaurant IQ. I respected him with no questions. When I wasn’t sure about his decisions, I could calmly discuss it with him. And yet, if I had felt comfortable trusting him with blind faith, I know it would work out for the best, if not I understood his mistake. He’s the kind of manager you wonder why he’s not the general manager.