My friend William Wolfgang Gossett, “Wolf,” died 8 years ago at Newport, Oregon when he was 73 years old. He was an amazing and interesting old man, not least for his fantastic stories and alleged adventures which spanned decades, continents, and professions. We bullshitted a lot and swapped tall tales to our mutual satisfaction. I enjoyed trying to top his lies even when some of them were true. But I remember him most for his wonderful wife, Marilyn Smith, and their matched pair of Scottish Terriers that I pretended to be terrified by, much to their barking delight, when encountering the four of them on their nightly walk, calling out, ”Beware! Beware! The Scotties From Hell! The Scotties from Hell!”
During the ten years I knew him he told me many stories, most of which I discounted or disbelieved. He seemed a classic fabulist and yarn spinner, but he was well-mannered all of the time and funny most of the time. It never occurred to me, even remotely, that his fantasies were a kind of, well, cover.