DAVID SHEETS

I miss my friend, Dave. I miss the early-morning calls, "Hey, Richard, this is Dave. Have you had breakfast yet?" "No." "OK. Where do you want to go? We'll go anywhere you want. My treat."
It was always his treat, despite my protestations to the contrary.
He almost never showed up at the time promised, but that was Dave. That used to be my issue, too, but I managed to manage the clock in a way that Dave never could grasp. Same in tennis, or lunch, but no one gets it right all the...