I met David around 1991 or 1992 after his family moved to the Twin Cities from Kansas. He was one of my closest church friends from 3rd grade through the end of high school. We performed on the same drama team for years, had Chemistry lab and creative writing together in high school, and shared a lot of life. He used to record Bach's Tocatta and Fugue in D minor on our electric keyboard, he introduced me to PDQ Bach, Fiddler on the Roof, and What about Bob? (among others), and he sang at my wedding in 2006. On February 12, 2000--twenty three years before he died, to the day--we spent a weekend together with other friends at Seth's farm playing games and watching Holy Grail. We also wreaked the bottom of my snowboard pulling me with a waterski rope behind Seth's car down the road, and we wreaked almost everyone's jackets that night when roasting marshmallows turned into a spontaneous flaming stick fight. As sparks and spirts rose, I narrowly avoided a firebrand to the face when David got a little too into it and hurled one end-over-end in my direction.