David E. Hoffman

A Dodger game with David in the 90s... Happy Days xx

I sat in Dodger stadium last night worrying why I hadn't heard back from David. We went to a game together with my baby boy 20+ years ago and have celebrated our birthdays together since we both left Fox. I realized my fears this morning when I read that David's cancer moved quickly. We became friends at KTTV. He treated me like a little sister at Good Day LA and I will remember his kindness forever. I want to send love to his family and friends. I don't have social media, so I missed...

Our condolences to all of David´s family and friends. It was such a pleasure to work with David and see his passion first hand. He opened our eyes to culinary America in words we cannot describe. I miss working with him terribly. I hope you all have great meals this year surrounded by loved ones in his memory.

Susie, Howard and family, I struggle to find the words. David and I shared our experiences of Richmond and Wash U but those were just the foundation of a long and meaningful friendship. David gave so much of himself to others in so many thoughtful ways. This loss is too much. Lisa Lederer Trachtman

My heart is broken . My soul sad. Words fall short in expressing this loss of such a beloved and celebrated friend. The precious and beautiful memories reflect a life of giving and sharing; of brilliance and creativity; of love and kindness. Susie, Howard and family, my heart hurts for you. My thoughts and prayers will continue for you. This has been a devastating blow. Your family has endured much pain and loss. David, you have been and forever will be remembered as a loving...

Susie and Howard, The loss of a sibling must be unbearable. My heart breaks for you as well as Erica, Declan and family. What a talented, kind, creative and smart guy. I have wonderful cherished memories of us growing up in the neighborhood together. One that outshines the rest was his love of chocolate chip cookie dough. Lynn and I would be baking Toll House Chocolate Chip Cookies and David would inevitably appear at our front door. With spoon in hand, he would snack on the...