I just learned from his brother Paul that David passed away Tuesday, October 29. David had a number of serious health issues the past few years, and handled them as well as any one could. He talked to me about them in a straight forward way of acceptance. He never complained, and would never mention them unless I asked about it, which I occasionally did.
David was a very smart, intuitive, exceptionally honest, forthright man who was interested in many subjects. Like myself, he was detail oriented in everything that interested him. For eleven years, our weekly conversations covered a wide variety of subjects, and we learned a lot from each other. We were family.
David was a fountain of expert knowledge about pipes and tobaccos. When a friend of mine was gifting me all those wonderful estate pipes that many of you have seen me smoke or saw on my Jim’s Pipe Collection thread on PSD, David spent a lot of time helping me identify makers and dates. He did the same for many others on forums and private messages. He took great joy in helping others. And when he didn’t know something, he’d be honest about that, too. I learned a lot about old pipes from him.
David loved animals, and owned a couple of cats. When he had problems integrating the second cat (a young kitten) with his older cat, he came to me for advice. He did as I suggested, and within a short period of time, both cats became friendly. David’s life was enriched by the reciprocal love of cats and himself, and he must have thanked me a dozen times or more.
Cats were a favorite subject of ours. When Sam the Scamp had her babies, David didn’t hesitate to help us afford to feed and take care of them. He even paid for Sam and Harry the Hairy to get fixed. I sent him every photo that I took of the ferals, and Sam’s little scampers. He was very generous with tobacco, too. We gave lots of it to each other over the years. Years ago, when I had no luck getting a couple of Esoterica blends, and David did, he sent me a few bags of them along with other hard to find stuff. M’lady made him a few baskets in return. I sent him tobacco that he didn’t have.
I could go on and on about David, but I’ll end with this. I’ve had a lot of friends over the years who were generous, thoughtful, brilliant in thought and communication, humble, and caring. David was as special in all of those categories and more; as much as anyone I could mention. His passing leaves a vacuum in the hearts of his family and his friends. I know he would have told me that I didn’t need to write this. That would have been the one time that he was wrong. For all he was to all who knew him well or occasionally crossed paths with, David will be missed and remembered. Rest in Peace, brother.
David was a very smart, intuitive, exceptionally honest, forthright man who was interested in many subjects. Like myself, he was detail oriented in everything that interested him. For eleven years, our weekly conversations covered a wide variety of subjects, and we learned a lot from each other. We were family.
David was a fountain of expert knowledge about pipes and tobaccos. When a friend of mine was gifting me all those wonderful estate pipes that many of you have seen me smoke or saw on my Jim’s Pipe Collection thread on PSD, David spent a lot of time helping me identify makers and dates. He did the same for many others on forums and private messages. He took great joy in helping others. And when he didn’t know something, he’d be honest about that, too. I learned a lot about old pipes from him.
David loved animals, and owned a couple of cats. When he had problems integrating the second cat (a young kitten) with his older cat, he came to me for advice. He did as I suggested, and within a short period of time, both cats became friendly. David’s life was enriched by the reciprocal love of cats and himself, and he must have thanked me a dozen times or more.
Cats were a favorite subject of ours. When Sam the Scamp had her babies, David didn’t hesitate to help us afford to feed and take care of them. He even paid for Sam and Harry the Hairy to get fixed. I sent him every photo that I took of the ferals, and Sam’s little scampers. He was very generous with tobacco, too. We gave lots of it to each other over the years. Years ago, when I had no luck getting a couple of Esoterica blends, and David did, he sent me a few bags of them along with other hard to find stuff. M’lady made him a few baskets in return. I sent him tobacco that he didn’t have.
I could go on and on about David, but I’ll end with this. I’ve had a lot of friends over the years who were generous, thoughtful, brilliant in thought and communication, humble, and caring. David was as special in all of those categories and more; as much as anyone I could mention. His passing leaves a vacuum in the hearts of his family and his friends. I know he would have told me that I didn’t need to write this. That would have been the one time that he was wrong. For all he was to all who knew him well or occasionally crossed paths with, David will be missed and remembered. Rest in Peace, brother.
