Thank you for David
David is my best friend Linda’s husband. He is the strong, not-so-silent type who takes care of all the details in life without anyone ever noticing the details needed to be taken care of.
David is the kind of guy you can count on to do the right thing.
He’s a loving father, grandfather, friend, and husband.
He’s a chef, a perfect host, as kind to strangers as he is to family, a funny story teller, (if anyone would let him finish) and one of the Good guys. We should get David a white cowboy hat.
I have never seen David shed a tear for himself (though he has every right to with the many tragic and difficult things he has endured). He reserves tears for being sensitive to the plights of others, sentimental moments, and the best part of a movie when nobody’s looking.
He has one of those rare combinations of generosity and practicality all wrapped up in common sense, tied with a string of incredible consistency of character.
I think David draws some of this character from his name and the history that is passed down from other Davids.
King David: I have seen Dave defeat Goliath sized problems
Harry and David: These gourmet food venders got nothing on Dave’s cooking.
David Hasselhoff: Does not look better in a tux than Dave
David Bowie: Well, he’s only a little bit groovier than Dave
David Brinkley: Our Dave tells a better version of the news (it just takes longer)
David Duchovny: I will never know about Dave’s X-files (Linda’s not a talker)
David is a rock.