Keith Textor
Most of my memories of Dave are blurred by time, but I always remember the happy feeling in the room when he was around. (of course, Betty was never far away ... she gets credit for a lot of that happiness, too.) I always knew when I was having a conversation with him that I would end up laughing at some point.
One specific memory I have is when he and Betty were staying overnight with my then-wife and me in Ames, Iowa. We apologized about some relatively minor (but still irritating) problems we were having with the plumbing in the bathroom they would be using during their stay. When they left, I noticed that all the issues had been fixed. Love ya, man.



