to an old friend, whose Blues Podcast has been mentioned here more than once.
I met Dave in Malta in the magical days of 1978, not long after getting married, and never stopped learning from him. Most recently, he showed us how to keep smiling as the cancer invaded his system and took away the pleasure of eating. He was determined not to have either a funeral or a wake, but I warned him that he'll have to put up with some dissent, and several of us who loved him will be raising a glass or two of kölsch in fond memory in a city where he worked in the close-knit family that is BFBS. Bye, Dave.