I lost a good friend from work about 10 days ago. DP was a hiker, lover of 80's rock music, a hockey coach and a teacher who worked with some of the toughest kids in our building. He taught them that no matter their lot in life they mattered to him and others. He taught them respect. He taught them integrity. Dave and I had many talks in his room about education, music, and hockey. We even discussed our preferences in thirst-quenching drinks. Dave's drink of choice was Dr. Pepper. The service for him was held here at the Troubh Ice Arena last Sunday. A fitting venue where he coached many a middle school and high school game. At the service, his dad spoke about the 'little boy Dave' he knew growing up and mentioned that his regret was that he didn't really get to know 'the man Dave', because Dave moved to Maine after college and the family remained in Massachusetts. So yesterday, I sat down on the porch and wrote his dad and sister a note telling of 'the man' I got to know pretty well. A lot of his friends did this. I hope his dad is overwhelmed at his mailbox. David. A fine educator. And mighty good man.