Bill isn't usually found far from home, out in the real thing. He's a city dweller and a working stiff, dealing as best he can with the increasing urban congestion and rush which surrounds him. Most of the time, the only "bush" which he has access to is the tangle of half forgotten memories found in the uncleared, uncultivated recesses of his own mind. It is from such low shrub that this page has sprung. Get out into the open spaces and breathe clear, clean air when you can. If you can't, then you're welcome here.