I went to two funerals within days of each other – two men, one 58, one 92, who could hardly have been more different yet both made substantial contributions to many. And me.
David died from throat cancer. He smoked and was overweight and hated exercising and was crude and sometimes an adult bully.
But, man, was he a great firefighter. He was also one of the five funniest guys I’ve ever known. His astonishing quick wit would sometimes be vulgar but his retort would be eye-watering hilarious.
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