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BitterSweet....

As mentioned at the service, Dave's town should more appropriately be called BitterSweet. It is still hard to believe the tragedy that has hit that town.

A few of us had joked with Dave when he moved to Emmett and then Sweet, saying "why would you want to do that?" Well first off, I dont have too much room to talk as I moved to the far reaches of Star, and do really like it. More importantly, however, is now that I have been there...Wow, what a beautiful place. I can see why Dave and Emily moved there.

A few of us (Smiths, Nelsons, Atchleys) took a trip up to Sweet over the weekend in honor of Dave and his girls. We spent some time at the cemetary and drove into town. It was really special to get a better feel for the community and seeing all the signs of love pouring out to the Coburn family. It made me again think of all the friends Dave and Emily and family have all over the valley and how many they have reached out to. It was a neat time to reflect on all the good times we have had through the years. If you haven't been up there, I highly recommend a trip.

Rodeos and Cows...

If any of you were at the service, you heard Dave's brother, Hal, mention how he turned cowboy, and wondered when that happened. I think it was near the time I met Dave, and we had a lot of firsts together...we went to our first country concert with some girls on the BYU track team up to Utah State. I think it's the first time I bough Wranglers. One of the girls, Brooke Stanton, has a brother Vince that a few years back was one of the top bull riders in the PBR.
Anyway, yesterday I was at my nephew's High School District rodeo in Caldwell, and Hal was the announcer. Prior the the start, all of the participants released balloons into the air in memory of Dave and the girls...just thought you'd like to know that many around are doing what they can to honor and remember them.

Sports and Dave

I was talking with some of the guys in my ward in Emmett today, and we were talking about Dave, and the subject turned to Softball. i still can remember going and cheering for all you guys in church softball, well at least the ones in the 19th ward. These are some of my favorite memories. I can recall the Weldon kid, and Troy Bennett, Todd Williams, maybe Brett but not sure. And we would go out to those fields off of Locust Grove, And if I recall the 19th ward was pretty good and went to regionals or area or something. and how sad I was that church softball kinda went away as I got old enough t o play. anyhow, Emmett put together an interdenominational co-ed softball league, the guys in my ward all loved having Dave's athleticism, that is until Dave moved to Sweet and when my Ward played Dave's Ward and he single-handedly beat our entire offense, (except me, I hit away from Dave, and over the fence) I think he ranged from far right to left center, he caught everything hit in the air and fielded everything on the ground. My ward was very frustrated, as we were one of the better teams in our league, , They also loved Dave in church ball, until he moved to Sweet and and they ran the table in the Stake tournament. I can't think of many sports that David did not excel at. I was always jealous of that, it seems he used up all of the sports genes and left my Mom with none to be able to pass on to me. But I was always proud of him when the guys in my ward would come to church and could not believe how he badly he had beat them.

Party At Brad's in Honor of Dave

I'll (Scooter) be in Idaho from June 25-July22. I say we have another party at Brad's house like we did last year in honor of Dave. It will be fun reminiscing all of the great fun and adventures we all had with Dave. And my fingers won't get so tired from typing. It's been hard for me to concentrate at work the last few days thinking of the current and past events. Contact Brad and/or Steve and we'll work up a date. If you want in let Brad or Steve know your contact info if he doesn't already have it. Can't Wait.

Dave, I'm gonna miss ya!

Great stories everyone. Brent, this was a great idea! As I read through all of these stories and reminisce on all the good times we all had with Dave, my heart aches to be able to just hang out with Dave one more time. I will cherish these memories forever. As I read through this blog, I can't help but just stare at that picture of Dave and his family. What a beautiful family! Last summer we had Dave and his family, along with some other friends, over to our house for a barbecue one evening. I am so glad we did that. It was an awesome evening. The kids all played together in the yard and all the adults had some great conversation. We even made it out to the driveway to shoot some hoops, where once again, I don't think Dave missed a shot. We made plans that night to get our families together more often. Time got away from us. I'm glad we had that night. Dave, you were an awesome friend! I'm gonna miss you!

Helping Others and Can't say "No"

As has been mentioned, Dave was often serving others as well as looking for ways to help. It didn't matter the size or length of the job, Dave would see it through. Dave reached out and knew so many people. I remember during the college days he was always on his way to help someone (yes, sometimes a girl), but as often, any of us that needed assistance. I also remember him being there for many friends and family in the tough times, such as losing a loved one. I hope we all can do the same.

In fact, Dave was so willing he couldn't turn down anyone, he couldn't say no. I would sit back and be entertained by all the activities to which he would commit. Everyone wanted Dave at their functions and once invited, he would want be there. He had so many activities stacked in one evening that Superman himself could not get to all of them. He did however, make it to nearly every one, albeit, a little fashionably late most of the time.

It came as no surprise that Dave was on his way to another service project as the accident came. The last time I talked with Dave was a little over a week ago to get him to come to play bball again. That night he actually did say he couldn't make it. Why not? Again, he was helping others - this time at a friends house helping him get quills out of a dog that got tangled up with a porcupine.

Tardy Again

Dave earned himself a bit of a reputation for being tardy...
Our last year at the Y Dave showed up last to our new apartment and got last pick of the rooms. Unfortunately for him the remaining room was shared with Yegor (AKA Chuck, AKA Mr. Turkey Neck Soup, AKA Mr. Tighty-Whities). Yegor was a Russian Graduate student who had not adapted well to Utah culture. There was no end to the odd smells Chuck could generate in the kitchen. One classic Chuck moment was the time we were watching movies with the ladies in the living room and he strode out from his room in his tighty-whities to adjust the volume. We had our share of fun with Chuck (Pearl Jam cranked up to 11 at midnight). Dave was a good sport and put up with Yegor well.
That was another great thing about Dave: he made friends quickly. He was instrumental in turning that apartment into a social hub making that year another great one.

Family Appreciation

Hey Everyone,

This blog has been great and I think everyone has enjoyed it and has been helpful in remembering Dave and the great times we shared with him. I know it has helped me.

I have heard from Dave's family and they are reading these stories and are very thankful for our contribution. I know Dave loved to share stories and think about those "glory" days. He wouldn't want it any other way.

water ballooning

How about the time that Brad was going on his mission. We always did one last fling. Brad had already been set apart as a missionary so we were going easy that night and went water ballooning. We were ballooning people at the drive through at Wendy's on Fairview when we almost got into an altercation. We were leaving and driving Brads old brown crappy truck with several of us in the back when I noticed a convertible mustang next to us with the top down. So I did the only logical thing and threw one in it. So the people didn't like it and we were weaving and swerving all down the road. Jason had had his wisdom teeth out that day and was in great pain, but since it was our last shin-dig with Brad he came a long too, as well as Dave, Brent C. and Greg I think. I'm sure there were others. Anyway, at a stop light this guy gets out of his car and Jason turns around and the guy punches him right in the mouth, then me, then Brent, and maybe Dave. We were all in shock, but mostly worried about Jason and his bleeding face. Then the guy grabs Brad out of the driver seat and starts shaking him. The guy doesn't realize how lucky he is because Brad won't fight him because he's already been set apart. And we didn't fight him because we were worried about Jason. Anyway, the light turns green and Brad gets in and takes off. We're making sure Jason is ok when I look and the guy is running beside us. Turns out that his belt loop was hooked on the tie down hook on the truck and he couldn't get off. Finally his pants rip right off and he must have had $150 in change in his pockets because it went spilling out everywhere in the road and he was running so fast he was trying not to fall. Freakin' hilarious Fun times!

Dave's new car

Speaking of driving in the snow. I remember shortly after Dave got that new little silver Toyota car, we took it up skiing. I don't think the car had more than a few thousand miles on it. Anyway, on the way home we were all singing at full volume along with the radio when Dave failed to notice a red light. The roads were snow covered so when Dave finally tried to stop, it was to no avail. We slammed right into the back of another car. We spent the rest of the way home coming up with a "reasonable" explanation to tell Dave's parents why the new car was wrecked. I don't remember the story we came up with, but as I recall, it worked pretty well.

snowmen

One dark snowy night Dave swung by in his dad's 4x4. A few others were in the car. We went off driving near Centinial HS and the new construction out that way. There was so much snow we somehow couldn't "find" the road. As we drove around we "accidentaly took out" snoman after snowman in this new neighborhood. Dave was a very good driver in deep lawn snow. Things you can't imgine doing today. :)

Checking out the new Mall

It was Winter of '87-'88 and kids all around town were excited that a MALL was being built in Boise. I, however, was a little disappointed that I was headed to Argentina for a couple of years and would miss the opening of the new mall.
We decided that we might as well just head over to the construction site and give ourselves a short tour. We parked in an obscured spot a bit away to avoid detection. With walkie-talkies in hand we spent a couple hours exploring the new mall inside and out. Unfortunately, we happened upon some workers and tried to get back out unseen. The ensuing swarm of Black-n-Whites, lights-a-flashin' told us we had not avoided detection. We split up and managed to find suitable hiding spots while trying to keep calm... except Dave who hit his talk button and released a torrent of cursage when a spotlight passed near him.
We hid out long enough that we thought we had escaped without incident. On our way back to the car we found that a popo had hidden back in the trees waiting for us. We tried to act calm and got back onto the road before the cruiser lights lit up. We explained our adventure and after getting our names we were let go.

But it's biodegradable officer

Dave and I went to Provo to visit my now wife and Dave was visiting one of the Belnap sisters in Salt Lake. Pretty sure Derin was in love with her at the time but was too busy playing "tip-in, horse, 21 and jam ball to do anything about it) We drove down there with Ryan Christensen who was visiting another of the Belnap sisters when Ryan got pulled over for speeding. Ryan get's a ticket while Dave's finishing his banana. As the policeman is walking back to his car Dave chucks his banana peel out the window and Ryan starts to leave. The cop turns his lights on and Ryan stops about 50 ft from where he was pulled over. Cop tells him his passenger needs to go back and pick up his banana peel. So Dave and the cop start discussing the finer points of biodegradable food. After the discussion, Dave had to walk back and pick up the peel before launching it out the window once again once we were out of view.
I still think Dave was right. However, basically dropping the peel on the officers shoes was probably a matter of poor timing.

More spotlighting

How bout bringing the rabbits home and throwing them in the back of that "rabbit" convertible. That was a nice touch. Or the time we were out there spotlighting and came upon a platoon of army men with their tanks and night vision goggles. "Hey look at those lights getting closer, and bigger, wonder what....oh hey there fellas, nice tank. So you're practicing manuevers to help defend our country, nice. Oh us, yeah, we're shooting rabbits. Ummm...yeah, actually we're not sure why that guy with us drinking the "neer beer" has a perm." Looked good on you though Brad. ;)
What was it with Jodie and you Dildines by the way?

One more thing

I remember when we would go in Jason's or Brad's van and there would be about 15 of us in there. We would see a rabbit, slam on the breaks, and pile out of there like clowns in the circus, except that the rabbits weren't laughing when we were done with them. They didn't have a chance with 15 .22's each with a 25 shot clip. That's 375 pieces of lead coming at you. Good luck.

spotlighting

I'm sure all of you boys remember spotlighting, especially in the summer of '87 the year we graduated. We would go 5 nights a week. We slaughtered the rabbits, but it never seemed to dent the population. (at least that's what I tell myself now to make me feel better) We'd either take Dave's Wagoneer, or his maroon Toyota, or Brad or Jason's van. Dang, those were some fun times. One time me, Dave, and some others of you shot the biggest badger in the world, but it went in a culvert under the road, so me and Dave went back the next day with shovels because it was half filled with dirt. We dug out enough so I could crawl in like a snake to retrieve it, but there were so many black widows in there and I got closter and had him pull me out.

Saved the Dog

Yes, we killed lots of rabbits, birds, squirrels, etc., but I remember a time that Dave saved an animal. Dave and I went horseback riding in the foothills with Jodi Hendricks (oooh, I had the hots for Jodi). Anyway, we went for a real long ride and it was extremely hot out that day. On the way back, Jodi's dog kind of freaked out. He just froze in place and stood there all cramped up. Jodi started to panic a little bit and I had no idea what to do. Thank goodness Dave was there. He hopped off his horse, picked up the dog and ran him over to a near by canal. He got the dog down in the water and started massaging its muscles. I didn't know what he was doing so I just kinda stood there and watched. Anyway, after about 5 or 10 minutes the dog seemed all better and made it the rest of the way home. After we got back, Jodi's Dad, who was a veterinarian, said that it sounded like the dog had gotten heat stroke and that Dave had done the perfect thing. He also said that if Dave hadn't done that, the dog probably would have died. I don't know how Dave knew what to do, but thank goodness he did. It turned out great for the dog that day, but unfortunately not so great for me, as I think Dave scored some serious points with Jodi. :(

Don't Mess

Must have been a year or two later when Brett and Dave stepped it up to shotguns. I remember heading out to what is now Vienna Woods to do some pheasant hunting after school (which we did almost every day). We were in Brett's gigantic, white tank when some guys pulled along side and started running their pie-holes for whatever reason. Must have been Dave (since I'm assuming Brett couldn't do this while driving) that decided to give the boys a scare by sticking his shotgun out the window (I'm sure it wasn't loaded, I'm almost positive). Needless to say they promptly fell back and took the next possible turn.
Dave always knew where to find the birds. I somehow always ended up in an area that scared the birds to Dave. Hmmm....worked the same way with girls.

"busted"

As you all know, Dave didn't shy away from taking the life of innocent creatures. I think he and I developed the taste for rodent/bird blood at an early age. We used to sit in my backyard and shot birds from our trees while we "laid out" to enhance our tanned bodies. We would sit there with our pellet guns by our sides and wait for the next victim....and it didn't matter if is was a robin or an eagle....everything was fair game.

We decided to take it up a notch and put riffle scopes on our pellet guns to make sure the killing was even more effective. A great place to kill birds was in Eagle square (Capital's park in the middle of the buildings). One Saturday night I asked my dad to take us over to Capital to satify our "urges". He let us in and Dave and I were killing black birds left and right. We even went up to some classrooms and shot from the windows to make the killing a bit more effective. During this carnage, a teacher at Capital was walking through the front doors and saw these two "yahoos" with guns and scopes in the middle of the school courtyard. She freaked out and called the cops because she thought the school was being robbed. We didn't see her so we continued the hunt. Next thing we knew, cops were at the door with guns pointed at us telling us to put our hands in the air. After wetting ourselves a bit, we put the guns down. Luckily my dad saw them pulling up and was able to convince them that he knew us and that we only had pellet guns. Believe it or not, that was the end of our killing at Capital High Schools eagle square.

After that we only killed anything in a 1/2 mile radius of our houses.

Good times

Life in Silver Shadows (aka Thumper)

Starting in the fall of '91 some of us, no wait, many of us lived in a duplex west of the Y campus. We had Dave, Jason, Scooter, several Dildines, Greg, Jim, and the list goes on and on. I am sure I am didn't mention half of the others. It was a revolving bead and breakfast without the breakfast and certainly not enough beds. To this day I am convince no school work got done for well over a year. Many have asked when Dave converted to "cowboy" and from this roomates perspective it was then. There may have been signs earlier, but Dave went full cowboy in this timeframe. Who knows why the cowboy life was apealing to Dave because we had Brad stinking up the place bringing the stench home from some ranch job he had. Scooter would return home after long hours on the mink farm and add to that the lack of personal hygiene from the other tenants this place stunk to the high heavens! Jason and I decided there would be no cowboy life for us. I am still amazed to this day how these guys got any girly friends to come over. Jason supplied the TV and I remember never getting to watch what I wanted between all the John Wayne movies Dave and Jim brought home, the hours of Scooter's "nature" channel, and all the stupid Dallas Cowboy games the Dildines made us watch. Dave and I tried to get proper representation for the Raiders and Niners, but it was a losing battle.

Those were fun days and days I will always remember with Dave.

HS dance pictures

We will remember you Dave

I have so many good memories of Dave…he wasn’t only good at basketball but many other sports and activities. We played doubles in tennis together in high school and somehow turned it into a contact sport. I played the net and he played the baseline. When a ball would get passed me his sure back hand was always there to cover. Somewhere I have a picture of us together holding our little tennis metals.

Dave was a very giving person. Countless times he drove us around to dances, school or going out. I won’t forget all the times driving around with him singing in the car.

Since our days down at the BYU (‘90-’91) apartments, we didn’t get much of a chance to keep in touch since we usually lived far apart. I do very vividly remember seeing him so happy at his wedding. It was amazing. When he sang that love song for his wife, it melted her and everyone else.

We will remember you Dave.

Greg Melander

Singing, basketball and trying to meet girls

My memories with Dave center around playing basketball, singing and trying to meet girls.

I read in my journal about a time we were driving around in "the Coburn's Wagoneer" and we went to play slam at one of the elementary schools. In the middle of the day, we "borrowed" one of the neighbors nets off their hoop, used it when we played, and put it back when we were done.

We would sing at each others missionary farewells, usually "I Heard Him Come".

Dave and Todd really knew how to sing, the rest of us just tried to follow them.

One time I was asked to a dance, and to say yes Dave, Todd, Greg, Jason, Brad and Derin all painted letters on their chests spelling out the girl's name, and sang to her.

I also have great memories of DDT, and performing "Born to Sit on the Bench".

I remember Saturday night dances and wondering what it was about Dave, it seemed like all the girls liked Dave and I remember getting jealous of that sometimes.

Our prayers are with his wife, daughters and everyone involved.

Duane (and family)

Bear Lake Fishing Trip

Summers during our college years were a lot of fun. We spent several weekends in McCall and my bro-in-law would take us fishing to these spots far off the beaten path (Scooter knows what Im talking about). Anyway, we went on one trip where Dave drove his "new" GMC Jimmy, white with a tan stripe as I remember. You all know how well Dave takes care of things, and he was not about to subject his new rig to anything. We hit this washboard road and dave slowed it down to about 5mph, or so it seemed, for several miles. It must have taken us 2 hours to go about 15 miles to reach the trailhead. We hiked and got to the lake but with little time to fish. I still caught several fish, of course, but there were many more saved that day. Great fun, but it was the last time we let dave drive on those trips. Great times, we had a blast finding new lakes and rivers back in the day.

Summer of '86

Brad's post about EFY brought back some good memories of the Summer of '86
I think these may be the ones who benefited from your sleep: Nice arses:
That was just one of many good times. We're all lucky to have known you Dave. You'll never be forgotten!

Wedding planner

I don't know how many of you were at David's wedding and I have no idea who planned David's wedding. But I know for a fact that they did not spend as much time on the ceremony as they did on the bridesmaid dresses, colors, flowers, decorations, food, refreshments, the reception, the music, etc etc. I have no idea what the colors were, but I knew that I was supposed to have a goatee, and black cowboy boots. Tux was provided. The day was like any typical wedding day, the low whispers, the subdued laughing while participating in the usual preparations. All of the groomsman were preparing in the bathroom just off the foyer. When the time came we all lined up preparing to enter the chapel. I was excited for my brother, and impressed with how well we all looked. We got to the front of the chapel and everyone got in their proper position for the ceremony. The music began and the bride walked down the isle. The Bishop began the ceremony by announcing that we would start with an opening prayer. And I see this look come across David's face. I unsuspectingly made eye contact with him and all of a sudden he looks at me and says, "Brent go say the opening prayer". I had no idea how you open a wedding ceremony!! (bless the food, nourish our bodies, I mean come on) I was so mad. but the fear I felt overpowered any anger and somehow my feet took me up the steps to the pulpit and I mumbled some sort of blessing on the day. I never did pay David back for that moment, but every time I brought it up he sure had a good laugh. I don't know if he knew I would do anything for him or if he just liked to watch me squirm, but that was my Brother.

Late night hoops and lots of good times

How great was that to have Dave with us for hoops a few weeks ago. It was so good to see him. You could see the bond between Dave and those little girls who looked so at home hanging out with their dad. Took me back to the Goddard days when we'd play hoops for hours before finding some trouble to get in to afterwards. Hilarious stuff in the Statesmen about Dave and Todd's antics at Capital (I still don't get how he was a bench warmer with his legendary jumper :). Typical Dave though. Having a good time whatever the situation. We'll miss him a ton. Our thoughts and prayers are with Coburn's and Conklin's.

Bearskin Creek adventures

I met Dave the summer of '92. I was needing a place to live down at BYU (the Zoo) and if I remember right Brad Dildine put me in touch with Dave. Even though I went to the best High School in the state of Idaho (Meridian), I allowed Dave, Steve, Derin, and Jason to let me live with them in Provo in order to make themselves look respectable.
That summer, I took Dave up to Bearskin Creek near Bear Valley to scout for elk. We had made plans to bowhunt that year. As we drove in, we saw a huge herd near Bruce Meadows. We tooled around on his brother's bikes the next day and scouted around. When bow season finally opened, we made the trip up and hunted with Brad and Scooter. We always loved going back up.
I think it was 2000 when, after a few years hiatus, Dave and I made another trip up to hunt elk during archery season. We got up there, set up camp in the afternoon, and went out for an evening hunt. Dave and I had talked about how we would hunt the area, got set up and worked our plan. Things couldn't have been more perfect. Within about 15 minutes I had called in a spike to Dave, and he made the shot. We were totally jacked! When we got to Dave's first elk with his bow, it was awesome. Dave decided I should hike the 1/4 mile back to his truck with the bows and bring back an old army stretcher he had found while deer hunting to pack the elk out with. We thought that would be easy...what a joke! But, in the 30 minutes I was gone, Dave had his elk cleaned and half caped...but packing it out sucked! Dave had a hacksaw that he had dulled the blade on cutting fence at his place in Emmett.
I am going to miss him...

Finally got a piece of Dave's jumper

Like some others on here I was fortunate enough to see Dave and his daughters a few weeks ago playing bball. All through high-school and the years following I could never block that dang "behind his head, baseline jumper" which I think he missed twice in the last 20 years. The other night I actually got a piece of that dang jumper (I think it still went in) but couldn't actually believe I finally touched the ball coming out of Dave's hand from 3 ft behind and above his head. Looking back, the only reason I think I finally got a piece of that ball was because Jim Dildine had been guarding him before me. I think Dave had grown accustomed to only have to shoot over somebody 4'2".
Dave was a great friend and would do anything you asked and never expected anything in return. About 6-7 years ago I remember Dave spent about 3 hours under my car removing my catalytic converter to help me gain an extra 3hp. This was possibly the worst job in the world and all I did was mention to Dave I wanted to remove it and there he was with his tools that afternoon doing all the work. Just like I'm sure he was that Saturday morning when his help was needed at the service project he was headed to.
I remember thinking how much I had missed Dave over the years when I saw him playing ball that night and spoke with him afterwords. He was hilarious as always, self deprecating about the little spare tire he'd developed over the years and everyone kept commenting on how adorable, well behaved and good natured his daughters were.
My regret is that I hadn't made more of an effort to stay in touch with my good friend over the years.

Exploring

Dave and I explored every part of Southern Idaho and Oregon that we could. We went to Jordan Valley Oregon and found a cool creek in the middle of no-where and camped there. We camped there for a few years and then the next year there was a BLM sign there that said Coburn Creek. It was amazing. We thought that we might have left something behind with his name on it and BLM found it. But it turns out that it was named that forever. Just a crazy coincidence. Dave and me caught a lot of snakes too while out rabbit and whistle pig hunting. We always had bull snakes as pets. I have endless memories of Dave, and will always cherish them. He'll be missed by everyone.
Scooter MacCray

Idaho State Basketball Games

Keeping with the basketball theme....I last saw Dave at the recent Idaho State bball tournament. I hadn't seen Dave for some time & I'm so glad I got to run into him that night. We shook hands & talked for a bit. Dave was so easy to talk to & I'm honored to have known him. I'm so sorry that he & his 2 girls were taken away from us so soon. My heart aches for his wife & his daughter that is fighting for her life, as well as other family & friends that will miss him dearly. May the Lord above comfort all in this time of tragedy!

Fell Asleep

Back in high school a group of us, I think it was me, Dave, Duane Jarvis and Jason Robertson went down to BYU for an EFY one summer. Dave and I met a couple of girls at one of the dances and started hanging around with them quite a bit. We made a big plan with the girls that Dave and I would sneak out of our dorm at like 2:00 in the morning. We were going to go to Dave's brother, Kevin's place and borrow his motorcycles and go pick up these two girls. Anyway, we were so excited, we laid around our dorm room talking about what we were going to do. Next thing we knew, we both woke up and it was light outside. We were pretty dang bummed that we slept through our great opportunity with these two "hotties". Dave was one of the funnest guys to hang out with. There was always something going on.

B-ball

I enjoyed the statesman article today that highlighted Dave's bball antics in high school. A few of us had a great time playing bball with dave just a few weeks ago. It brought back a lot of great memories. He still had the jumper you couldn't block and that night he didn't miss, it was frustrating to us on the other team :) It is a great memory to have as he brought his girls with him as well. Kaitlyn dribbled the ball around, Ellie followed after big sister and Taylor just sacked out. We played till 11:30 that night. I will always remember that night, Dave with his girls and how close they were to each other.

Cotex

Not sure why I called him this but it stuck. Later in life he was just Tex