David was born on November 23, 1974 and for
the most part has the patience and the fine
tuned senses of a "hawk".
Of our three sons, David is probably the most
calculating, looking for the right
opportunity at all times.
He of all people that I know, gives me a
reason to believe to some extent that there
is a re-incarnation.
When he was born, I had the strangest feeling
that he reminded me in so many ways of my
father that passed away in 1967. He had the
same expression on his face that my dad did,
and the same way of pursing his lips. This I
noticed when he was only two days old.
I had put that idea out of my head until once
about two and a half years later when he was
misbehaving and talking back. I spanked him
on his diapered bottom, and to this day (24
years later), I still can remember, in vivid
detail, David turning around and looking me
straight in the eye, sticking his finger
under my nose and saying, "When I was big,
and you were little, I never hit you".
The amazing thing is, that my dad never did
hit me, until well into my teens when I had
pushed him to the limit and said some things
and did some things that hurt him
tremendously.
When he was about five years old and his
brother was playing "Pop Warner" football, I
asked David if he
wanted to play football like his big brother.
He said no, because you would have to knock
people down and maybe hurt them.
As it turned out, David turned out to be the
high school "Jock" letting opposing players
know he was there until they could hear his
footsteps closing in on them when he was
playing defense.
He didn't just play football --- he played
FOOTBALL. He became a student of the game,
and because of the close proximity of the New
England Patriots Stadium, many of the players
lived here in our town, and David met many of
them in the restaurant where he worked and
picked their brains in not only technique,
but in applying psychology to the game, where
opposing players were concerned.
I don't ever recall David opening a book to
study or do a report, yet he always had his
assignments in, and received excellent
comments from his teachers on his work ethic
and preparation. This was always a mystery
to me. Although he was not an honor roll
student (he could care less) there was always
only one or two "C"s that kept him off
it.
Our neighbors loved him, his teachers loved
him, and his employers loved him. Half the
time we forgot he was around as there were
four other siblings creating confusion while
David just went about his business.
David met a very nice woman, Sarah, a few
years ago and married her on August 1, 1998
(we are still waiting for the proofs from the
photographer - so we can have some pictures
to remember their big day).
They are now living in Virginia, where David
manages a Jiffy Lube. He is still waiting
for the right opportunity to pick up a small
restaurant, and go into business on his
own.
The timing, the price, and the location has
to be just right or he will just maintain his
"status quo".
Like his brother, John, who lives in North
Carolina, David lives too far away
to see very often, and, as a matter of fact,
here it is March, and we havent seen David
since his wedding last August.
We love David very much and miss him greatly.
I wish he would get on line (even with
webtv) so we could correspond more. Oh -
well -- if it weren't for Alexander Graham
Bell, we would end up missing him more.
David's Preocupations
- Work
- Enjoying Life
- Coaching "Pop Warner"
- Puplic Address Announcer at High School Games