I met David through a cigar-friendly Pittsburgh men's club called the Rascals, Rogues, and Rapscallions. He was a man of another era: a conversationalist, a wit, a gentleman. He raised the caliber of our group just by his presence and he never failed to tickle our funny bones. He won the coveted Jon Landgraf Medal for his rambling, shambling, and hilarious story about a pub crawl on Pittsburgh's Southside. A one-of-a-kind. Rest in peace, dear brother. We will miss you.