By by Curry Kirkpatrick

Monday, August 5, 2002

He's been home 15 minutes and he hasn't screamed at the kids, strangled the dog, thrown his wife down the stairs or even put an axe through the door yet. Here's Billlllly! Which is what all the folks in his sprawling house, deep within the gated confines of suburban Littleton, Colo., call him. "Don't you listen to all those awful things people say about Billy," says his mother-in-law. "Why, Billy wouldn't hurt a flea. He makes the best apple pie." Sure enough, here's Billy, flopped down in the ...

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