This may be a little late, but I just discovered that David has passed. I just found out after I was telling my fellow workers about what David and I went through in the third grade at Broadview Elementary School. I did a search on his name and was saddened that he has passed. So I wanted to share this story with his family and friends. He may have mentioned it, but I do not know. We were in the third grade at Broadview elementary school and had Mrs. Preston as our teacher. One day we came into the classroom and there were some names on the chalkboard; David had his name on the board, but mine was not. Then Mrs. Preston said that these names on the board were seen crossing the gymnasium floor in their street shoes after school was let out the previous day. I was with David that day and had crossed the gym floor with him in my street shoes. So when Mrs. Preston asked if there was anybody else, David did not say anything, but was looking at me and almost pointing at me, and I reluctantly raised my hand and admitted to my guilt. Well at that time there was some punishment for this serious offense and we were sentenced to come in early and stay in for recess, until we wrote out some sentences and this was not short or easy to write. We had to write in cursive I will not cross the gymnasium floor in my street shoes at Broadview Elementary School, 12515 Greenwood Avenue North, Seattle, Washington. I do not remember how many times we had to write this but we came in early and missed many recesses. In April 1965 David and I had come in early to write some sentences when the Seattle earthquake hit. David was by the window and screamed that it was an A-bomb. Our classroom was on the third floor and we rode it out as the desks flew across the room. I thought it was the end of the world because of what our parents were saying about Cuba and Russia at the time. After we survived the quake and returned back to school, Mrs. Preston informed us that this quake would be no excuse not to finish writing our sentences. I never told my parents about getting into trouble and I not sure if David did either. After the third grade my family moved away and I lost contact with David. This is one of the few adventures that I had with David, that helped shape me to lead a good and caring life and I sure it help David to be a good person in his life also.
God bless you David and Rest in Peace.