3. Bill brings unrivalled intensity to everything he does. Perfection is his par for the course. Wing shooting and golf he has yet to master but he can present a fly with the best of them, climb mountains like they weren't there, and ski with a gusto that is Vintage Hewlett. His skiing companions say that "Skiing in front of Hewlett is like being on a steep grade in front of a Mack truck with no brakes." Most of the time he gets from top to bottom in record time and usually - but not always - in one piece. Shortly after his heart attack he decided on his own to recuperate by skiing at Alta. With his customary total abandon he decided to dispute the right-of way-with a tree. Bill hates to lose but on the basis of 7 cracked ribs, 1 punctured lung, and multiple contusions the decision in this case clearly went to the tree. In his firm Bill has always been the epitome of "hands on" management, "walking the factory floor," a familiar sight to the long service employees, and "Bill" - not "Mr. Hewlett" - to most of the old timers regardless of company rank. He knew the people. He knew the equipment. Time was he knew how to do it himself and often did. Packard tells the tale of when Hewlett went in to the machine shop on the weekend, set up the drill press, but not quite flawlessly, started it up, and put a metal key through the unbreakable glass window. And it was a sad day when the company got so large that Hewlett's face was no longer as familiar as those of the Smith Brothers. This realization was driven home to him when he needed something Xeroxed. His secretary was busy so Bill, always in search of a new experience, went out to do it himself. He dutifuly waited his turn in the long queue waiting for the machine but when his time