Driving around in the old woody, the short-lived Triumph motorcyle, the visit to his cousin's Yamsi ranch in Oregon, the afternoon at Tahoe when the steering cable on the jet boat broke just before he was going to spray us all with the rooster tail, some of my memories from high school days of Dave. A kind and thoughtful guy, and a lot of fun to be around. I was best man at his first wedding, then we drifted apart. One day a dozen years or so ago, I crossed paths with his second wife Trudy on social media. His Parkinson's already had a grip, and they sold the farm and moved into Chico not long after. Dave wasn't much for social media, but Trudy and I became friends and continue to stay in touch. Even though it's nearly 50 years since I've actually seen him, I was sad to hear the news from Trudy. She loves him to pieces, and said "He's the kindest man I've ever known". Have a look at his obit if you haven't already.
I fondly remember a conversation we had during our 9th grade trip to the Boardwalk in Santa Cruz.
we discovered that we held the dubious distinction of being the two oldest students in our class. His birthday was December 2, 1944 and mine was exactly a month later. For some reason this knowledge held some significance for us and set up years of friendly waves and of course his wonderful smile.
such a simple interaction set up years of sharing the same space in comfort and acknowledgment.
I send peace and calm to the Duisenberg family, hold one another and help each other
Following up on Kristie's "age-related" commentary, as Dave was older than all of us, he was also the first to get his driver's license which was perhaps the most important lifestage event for us guys at the time. That said, shortly thereafter, a bunch of us decided to attend a Harlem Globetratters basketball game at the Cow Palace and guess who was going to drive? Given that most of our parents thought that teenage drivers were a menace, we each needed to get permission to go, which followed since his father was an MD and many of us had spent countless afternoons folding newspapers in his driveway, Dave must be "mature and responsible"! We all packed into Dave's father's station wagon and off we went. I don't remember who was in the car that night but I do remember the fun we had and also being crammed into the 3rd seat!
John H. Alexander
Driving around in the old woody, the short-lived Triumph motorcyle, the visit to his cousin's Yamsi ranch in Oregon, the afternoon at Tahoe when the steering cable on the jet boat broke just before he was going to spray us all with the rooster tail, some of my memories from high school days of Dave. A kind and thoughtful guy, and a lot of fun to be around. I was best man at his first wedding, then we drifted apart. One day a dozen years or so ago, I crossed paths with his second wife Trudy on social media. His Parkinson's already had a grip, and they sold the farm and moved into Chico not long after. Dave wasn't much for social media, but Trudy and I became friends and continue to stay in touch. Even though it's nearly 50 years since I've actually seen him, I was sad to hear the news from Trudy. She loves him to pieces, and said "He's the kindest man I've ever known". Have a look at his obit if you haven't already.
Kristie Siebert (Wilson)
Kristie Siebert Wilson
I fondly remember a conversation we had during our 9th grade trip to the Boardwalk in Santa Cruz.
we discovered that we held the dubious distinction of being the two oldest students in our class. His birthday was December 2, 1944 and mine was exactly a month later. For some reason this knowledge held some significance for us and set up years of friendly waves and of course his wonderful smile.
such a simple interaction set up years of sharing the same space in comfort and acknowledgment.
I send peace and calm to the Duisenberg family, hold one another and help each other
Barry L. Goldblatt
Following up on Kristie's "age-related" commentary, as Dave was older than all of us, he was also the first to get his driver's license which was perhaps the most important lifestage event for us guys at the time. That said, shortly thereafter, a bunch of us decided to attend a Harlem Globetratters basketball game at the Cow Palace and guess who was going to drive? Given that most of our parents thought that teenage drivers were a menace, we each needed to get permission to go, which followed since his father was an MD and many of us had spent countless afternoons folding newspapers in his driveway, Dave must be "mature and responsible"! We all packed into Dave's father's station wagon and off we went. I don't remember who was in the car that night but I do remember the fun we had and also being crammed into the 3rd seat!