Ah, David, truly one of my oldest and dearest friends, fare thee well. We first met in our freshman year at St. Mary's, playing football and basketball and becoming buddies, and creating those unforgettable moments in JV basketball during the 1970-71 season. Then on to Colorado State, where we became closer and more mystical in our explorations of the universe. Many hours were spent pondering the meaning of it all, and how we fit in, and what we were here for. After college, we continued to stay in touch, and would re-convene frequently to discuss the new truths we had learned--you through spiritual pilgrimages to India, Ireland, and beyond, your silent retreats in Texas, and your work with the monks in Snowmass. Me, through the workaday world and fatherhood, and later, grand fatherhood. Always in tune, we distilled our experience into our own kind of wisdom. We played a lot of music together, too, playing guitar and harmonica and creating a genuinely one-of-a-kind sound (ha). Then came Dee--as you told me many times, the best thing to ever happen to you. I'm so glad you had the gift of her love after so many years of solitude. More recently, we continued to correspond and track the progress of the Broncos and Nuggets, our aches and pains, and as always, our speculations about this life and the next. All those questions, all those ideas, all those unknowns. Well, now you know, brotha'. Now you know. Pax out.
Jeff Doud
Ah, David, truly one of my oldest and dearest friends, fare thee well. We first met in our freshman year at St. Mary's, playing football and basketball and becoming buddies, and creating those unforgettable moments in JV basketball during the 1970-71 season. Then on to Colorado State, where we became closer and more mystical in our explorations of the universe. Many hours were spent pondering the meaning of it all, and how we fit in, and what we were here for. After college, we continued to stay in touch, and would re-convene frequently to discuss the new truths we had learned--you through spiritual pilgrimages to India, Ireland, and beyond, your silent retreats in Texas, and your work with the monks in Snowmass. Me, through the workaday world and fatherhood, and later, grand fatherhood. Always in tune, we distilled our experience into our own kind of wisdom. We played a lot of music together, too, playing guitar and harmonica and creating a genuinely one-of-a-kind sound (ha). Then came Dee--as you told me many times, the best thing to ever happen to you. I'm so glad you had the gift of her love after so many years of solitude. More recently, we continued to correspond and track the progress of the Broncos and Nuggets, our aches and pains, and as always, our speculations about this life and the next. All those questions, all those ideas, all those unknowns. Well, now you know, brotha'. Now you know. Pax out.
Jeff Doud
