David was a great guy- one of my closest friends. When I think of him I see a student who loved his classes, especially comparative vertebrate anatomy with Warren Walker (8 am, Tues, Th, Sat) and loved fun as well. I recall him leading a parade of students "truckin" across Tappen Square imitating R Crumb characters. Sleeping in the living room of my soon to be brother-in-law's apartment in Philadelphia, he foiled a break-in with pure bravado. The last time I saw him was in Cleveland in 1995. He was a photographer. His death might have been prevented if this country had a better health care system. I miss him very much.
David was a great friend, a great storyteller, and an enthusiast on many subjects and levels. Not all of them healthy; when I visited him in the hospital after his kidney transplant he wanted me to take him outside for a smoke. Not a great idea, but not out of character.
Given his magnetic personaIity, I can easily believe he led people to Truck across the square, as Larry remembers. In 1989 David and his wife, Liz, came to Vermont for a week-long Car Camp–For the vocationally deprived as we held ourselves to be– and by the time he left I think the whole town would have elected him Mayor.
If I remember correctly, David worked for the city of Toledo as a housing inspector before becoming a freelance architectural photographer-- shooting stunning terrestrial and aerial photographs long before the drone era. It was not an easy way to make a living, but David put himself all the way in. That's what he did. He loved life, loved to dance, and as another great dancer once told me, you gotta "Come in on on the ONE".
Lawrence Schell
David was a great guy- one of my closest friends. When I think of him I see a student who loved his classes, especially comparative vertebrate anatomy with Warren Walker (8 am, Tues, Th, Sat) and loved fun as well. I recall him leading a parade of students "truckin" across Tappen Square imitating R Crumb characters. Sleeping in the living room of my soon to be brother-in-law's apartment in Philadelphia, he foiled a break-in with pure bravado. The last time I saw him was in Cleveland in 1995. He was a photographer. His death might have been prevented if this country had a better health care system. I miss him very much.
Daniel Wing
David was a great friend, a great storyteller, and an enthusiast on many subjects and levels. Not all of them healthy; when I visited him in the hospital after his kidney transplant he wanted me to take him outside for a smoke. Not a great idea, but not out of character.
Given his magnetic personaIity, I can easily believe he led people to Truck across the square, as Larry remembers. In 1989 David and his wife, Liz, came to Vermont for a week-long Car Camp–For the vocationally deprived as we held ourselves to be– and by the time he left I think the whole town would have elected him Mayor.
If I remember correctly, David worked for the city of Toledo as a housing inspector before becoming a freelance architectural photographer-- shooting stunning terrestrial and aerial photographs long before the drone era. It was not an easy way to make a living, but David put himself all the way in. That's what he did. He loved life, loved to dance, and as another great dancer once told me, you gotta "Come in on on the ONE".