I don't recall the exact period in time, but it was 1981 or 1982 when I had the pleasure of working with Dave at Nieman Chevrolet with Tom Northcott and Bruce Price among his many friends. Dave was continuously tweaking his Harley-Davidson motorcycle - eagerly preparing it for his next ride, which he enjoyed immensely. Then, one Saturday I learned Dave was hospitalized; from what I recall a back/spinal cord matter and was flat on his back in the Hailey Medical Clinic. Accompanied by a female acquaintance, we payed a visit to Dave - check in on him. Dave had a request for us: sneak in a bottle of VO, Jack or Black Velvet. We repaired to the liquor store, made a selection, and not to draw attention delayed our return. Arriving back at the hospital (pint bottle in my bomber jacket's inner pocket) we played dumb - indicating we just had one appointment and promised Dave we'd return once the appointment was fulfilled, which we did. Seeing "the coast was clear," I drew the bottle from my jacket, opened it and handed it over to Dave; he took a big long swig and handed the bottle back - thanking me for the "pain reliever!" We finished our visit, wished Dave a speedy recovery, and headed out; Dave appearing to feel less pain. A kinder, more pleasant man would be hard to locate. May the Good Lord grant him eternal peace. Randy A. Pew Fairfield