Dave was more a person of action, not one to philosophize about life to any great extent, so I have vivid recall of the times when he did. It was a day with weather much like today, with promise of life and energy and potential. He arrived home from work, and commented, "I drove by the cemetery and all I could think of was all those poor bastards lying in the ground and missing such a beautiful day."
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