Dave and I were good friends. He used to make me laugh and the craziest of ideas he had. One time at the theater, he coaxed me into blowing my nose {hay fever all the time} and I made it honk. The theater erupted from not me but from Dave's laughing. I'll never forget it.

David and I lived across the street from each other and were best childhood friends.  He had a great smile, laugh, and sense of humor. He loved practical jokes (at your expense). He was always upbeat and fun and loved life. David was genuine with no pretense and concerned about others. He would stop by and visit with my mother when he was in the neighborhood. Who else do you know who do that?Best memory is playing football in the front yard when David runs helmetless into my Dad's old rusty Buick. We couldn't stop laughing as the red crinkled rusty metal virtually vaporized from the front fender. You had to be there! The car came out a lot worse than David.