Remembering

About him

02.13.2003
Bill Reynolds: Gavitt, Parrillo forged a friendship that was built on trust, respect
Dave Gavitt first met Bill Parrillo in the early 1960s. Gavitt had recently arrived at Providence College as the assistant coach to Joe Mullaney, and Parrillo had joined the Journal as a young sports writer.

02.11.2003
Editorial: Bill Parrillo, 1942-2003
Bill Parrillo, who died last Friday, was a great gentleman and a great sportswriter. Endlessly hard-working, affable and yet a perfectionist, he leaves a large void at The Journal, where he had worked since 1963 and been a columnist for 28 years.

02.10.2003
Fund created in Parrillo's name
The Bill Parrillo Memorial Journalism Scholarship Fund has been created by his wife and family to honor the name and work of the Providence Journal sports writer and columnist, who died Friday night at the age of 60.

02.09.2003
Art Martone: For Parrillo, there was no limit to getting it right
Journal sports columnist Bill Parrillo, who died Friday night at age 60, was inducted into the Words Unlimited Hall of Fame on Feb. 11, 2001. (Words Unlimited is the state's organization of media members.) He was presented for the honor by Journal...

Bill Reynolds: For 30 years, Bill Parrillo led the field
PROVIDENCE -- I have an enduring image of Bill Parrillo, who died late Friday night.

Selected Parrillo columns

11.18.2001
After 37 years, CCRI legend Cullen set to call time
WARWICK - As recently as last week Vin Cullen jumped into his car and made a four-hour drive to Bennington, Vt., to attend a basketball clinic featuring Jeff Van Gundy, the former Providence College assistant, who is head coach of the New York Knicks. Van Gundy was lecturing on the fast break.

11.26.2000
A second chance
Journal sports writer Bill Parrillo faced his toughest deadline ever. If he didn't get a liver transplant in six weeks, his future was bleak. They were the longest weeks of his life.

10.18.1989
'Is this the way the world ends?'
The bus was ready to leave. Or so it seemed. I went to step aboard. "You don't want to take this one," the driver warned.

12.31.1988
Deepest impression of all: 3 hours in no-man's land
Only a few hours left now. Only a few hours before we ring out the old and bring in the new. Only a few hours and 1988 becomes a memory. Before it's gone, here's one last look back at what's stored in the memory bank. I don't remember games or scores or who made all the touchdowns.