Since I was a kid looking up at my uncle David, I will never forget his face. Wind-blown hair and beard that had seen more than their fair share of Harley rides. His every word was a feature on his face, there for all to see. I never knew my Uncle to do anything other than to "tell it like it is". A more honest man is hard to find. An example to us all. I remember his door always open, often not knowing who was in his home, but knowing he may be proving a safe place for someone who needed it, if even for an hour or 2, an afternoon, or a couple of days. Even if that were not the case, I remember he loved the companionship of others, if even for a cup of coffee and a wild story. As is usual when loved ones pass, I wish I has spent more time with him, and put aside all the "busy" times we seem to find and use as excuses not to spend time with those we love. It is a true testament to the man's character when every time I spent time with Dave, I cannot remember a bad time. The man, the legend, my Uncle David.