DENIS COLLINS

Mary Margaret, I just saw that Denis passed... I´m so sorry! I knew him from HS when I attended Notre Dame-I babysat for you a couple of times when you lived on Scott Rd! What an interesting life Denis led and it seemed he soaked it all in, but gone too soon. I´m saddened to learn Angie is deceased as I remember her from NDA Please know I´m thinking of you and remembering your adventurous wonderful brother and sister!

The Washington Post newsroom, sports section, early 1980s: Denis ditched his wheeled desk chair for some armless curiosity on rocking-chair feet, cushioned at the knees and bottom. He called it "ergonomic," whatever that meant, cited its benefits. "Sitting's bad for you," he said, "unless you're in a kayak." He made the chair available to any of us who wished to use it and didn't stop there. He appeared in the newsroom one day and tossed me a gray garment, possibly unwashed. The unfolding...

Denis loved and savored people, places and things. He loved his folks from Abbeyfeale, from Montague St. NW, from Nativity and Gonzaga, from the Bronx, and from Talladega. He loved the boys from Spring Hill and the Gulf of Mexico. He really loved the Washington Post, especially in the persons of George Solomon and Court Milloy. He loved this City of his birth, the City of Nora's Army, of the Fox and Hounds and the Trio Restaurant, and Angie's New Leaf. He loved ( and hated) writing. He...