By Hugh Clark
Billy Lyman was a crack homicide investigator and so much more.
Simply put, he was a fine, well-rounded policeman who maintained his refreshing, cool demeanor. He did not abuse anyone and was honest and reliable at all times.
We had almost daily interaction for years while he was in charge of Hilo’s patrol and I called at the headquarters as the snoopy reporter. These two roles often can be contentious. They never were with Billy who I came to rely upon and trust implicitly because he had no capacity for lying.
We both retired and saw each other far less frequently in more recent years but each time I could depend on his warm hello and engaging smile. We last bumped each into each other at a hardware store last month and I noted to myself just how little my old police friend had changed over time.
Billy was so much like that “good cop” your parents or aunties painted for you while you were growing up -– a nice, helpful guy who is your friend. What a lasting legacy.
I shall miss him, his warmth and smile, as I know all of his family shall.