I'm sad tonight, because this confirms that Mr. Davis is gone. I was a student at Marshall from 1965 to 1968. He was my favorite teacher. I was as shy as one could be, but he made me feel special. He had kind, sparkling eyes. I remember his stories about his adventures in the Army, and occasionally about pro football. He treated us all fairly. Upon entering LACC in the Fall of 1968, I was shocked when I walked Into a biology class and saw him standing there, smiling that big smile. Suddenly, I didn't feel all alone in this strange place.
For so many years, I tried to find out where he was. He was to attend our ten-year reunion in 1978, but didn't make it. We were so disappointed.
Looking at his pictures, I'm crying. He was an important part of my life, and a major influence in so many ways.