Beauty inside

Energetic force William ‘Billy’ Vannoy ran Vannoy Motors

On Friday June 11, 2021, William David “Billy” Vannoy left this earth on his own terms to return to the cosmic void where he said he spent the first 3,000 years of his existence. A talented ground mechanic who trained with the U.S. Air Force from 1981 to 1982, Billy was an energetic force who left behind an eclectic collection of brilliant friends from all over, but he always had a special connection with Provincetown, where he had lived. and install shop.

Billy’s charisma and thirst for a living was notoriously contagious. No one on earth before or since has ever experienced every second hell like he did. He has traveled the world from Okinawa, Japan, Hawaii, the Philippines and Guam, from West Texas to Detroit and, of course, all over New England.

He loved to run on the freeway on his bike at over 75, and although most people would be happy with it, he cranked up the accelerator and pitched up a notch. He even once crossed Mexico on his motorbike with $ 13,000 in cash sewn into the lining of his leather jacket! With each breath Billy burned fiercely.

He could walk into the toughest bar and within minutes everyone was singing their favorite song with him as he sang the lyrics.

He was thrilled with the novelty and consumed each new or unique experience with fierce intensity, from reading a 2,000-page Mark Twain anthology in less than a week to a brief flirtation with born again Christianity (followed , of course, a quick return to its admitted trademark (“antitheism”) to experimental vegan cuisine during its senior year.

Outgoing and engaging, Billy seemed to know everyone from artists, philosophers, writers and jet-setters to traditional American families and homeless people struggling to survive. With everyone he met, he generated an instant spark of connection with his beaming smile, beauty and irresistible charm. He made each new acquaintance in a matter of moments feel heard, seen and special – each less isolated in the company of the other, even though Billy himself often struggled with loneliness. He had a knack for pushing back the greyness of ordinary life and making it vibrate with vivid, bright colors – and for challenging those around him to join him on an endless adventure.

He held in high esteem his friend and entrepreneur Bruce Van Allen, whom he first met in Colorado and then again, by chance, in Provincetown, where they renewed their friendship; he was in awe of the accomplished artist Gemma Fabris, and he cared deeply for his son Maren. He would remember his magnificent works to everyone he met. He deeply respected his friend and veteran colleague Ronny Hazel, the owner of Shop Therapy; and he was eternally grateful to Johnny McNulty, a soul mate with whom he shared a long-standing friendship. When Billy had to close an unfinished business in Massachusetts, it was Johnny McNulty who opened his house to him.

Although he was unmistakably a man, Billy was surprisingly sensitive and loved Charlotte Bronte, “The Phantom of the Opera” and Lizzo as much as Charles Bukowski, Johnny Cash and John Cougar Mellencamp. Whoever was close to his heart, he loved her with absolute loyalty, surprising tenderness, and fiercely protective instinct. He was a champion of anyone forgotten by society and gave what little he had to those he needed, whether he put change in a disabled veteran’s mug or sit down. all night long with someone he just met and ready to call an ambulance in case of an overdose. Billy lived his life without regrets, without jealousy, without bitterness and without pretension; he was as generous as he was kind. He himself was shameless, defiantly, and he was impatient with anyone who was not the same way.

A true American patriot, Billy aspired to always live a life of principle. He was an avid reader of American military history, especially the stories of young men who risked their lives at 18 or 19 during World War II. He firmly believed in the importance of giving children a safe and happy childhood, free from abuse and nurturing art and beauty in them. His work ethic was unparalleled, spending long hours working hard in his pursuit of perfection, whether restoring antique furniture, building custom fireplaces, carving or repairing automobiles in his garage. at 141 Bradford Street, Vannoy Motors. He would definitely risk whatever he had to defend a friend from someone who had wronged him. He was a firm believer in the right of people to love whom they loved, and he gave what he could to support people living with HIV / AIDS and to help fund treatment. Billy was honest; he liked ; he was genuine; and he was truthful – until the end. It was a shooting star without gravity.

Predeceased by his beloved brother Howard, Billy is survived by his sisters, Dorothea “Doedi” Tyrrell of Fairfield, Connecticut, and Heather Meehan of Carey, North Carolina; his cherished nieces and nephews; the woman he loved; and his friends, including Bruce Van Allen, Johnny McNulty, Gemma Fabris, Ronny Hazel and the Purple Gringo Gang, and many more.

Billy has always done things on his own terms and this past year was no exception; with dignity, he took his destiny in hand. In his senior year, Billy expressed a deep desire for peace. He reconnected with his family and friends in the spring, attended to his exceptional affairs, and experienced a sweet and unexpected love.

For those who wish to pay tribute to him, Billy will be buried in a veterans cemetery in Middletown, Connecticut, where he will be celebrated endlessly every year, as he so deserved. If you are ever in town be sure to drop by and let him know how much he was loved.

Plus, Billy wouldn’t want you to spend your hard earned money on flowers or supporting the bureaucratic monolith he called “social services.” To remember him, make art, be kind to children, and contact someone you know who is in trouble. It’s a cruel but beautiful world, and he wants you to enjoy it every minute of it.

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