Fred and Family, I'm so sorry for your loss of your brother. I hung around with Dave, Joe Lynch, and Tom Rivers for about a year after high school and before I joined the Navy. We used to play "two hand touch" football on the Edmond's front lawn - right across the street from the Lynch house. We used to have very interesting philosophical discussions about finance and emotional entanglements. Dave was a really good guy. I wish I could have spent more time with him, but somewhere along the way we lost touch with each other. I remember one time he was going to teach me how to drive, but the night before we all had gone to the A&W for quarts of root beer. The quart container at the time was in the shape of a megaphone, so we cut the bottom out of one and pulled off the road, turned the lights out and waited for some poor unsuspecting car and driver to drive by. When a car did come by, Dave turned on his lights, pulled out and I used the megaphone to make a siren sound and pull the car over; then, thinking we were so clever, we drove off laughing. But we weren't so clever after all, because the driver took down the licence plate number and contacted your father. Your dad wouldn't let Dave take the car for a month, that ended Dave's plan to teach me to drive. I don't remember seeing much of Dave after that. I hope it wasn't because your dad came to the conclusion that I was an evil influence on him. Dave was one in a million ... no, Dave was one in 300 Million.
Re: “Obituary: Dave “Big D” Fayette, 1945-2016”
Fred and Family, I'm so sorry for your loss of your brother. I hung around with Dave, Joe Lynch, and Tom Rivers for about a year after high school and before I joined the Navy. We used to play "two hand touch" football on the Edmond's front lawn - right across the street from the Lynch house. We used to have very interesting philosophical discussions about finance and emotional entanglements. Dave was a really good guy. I wish I could have spent more time with him, but somewhere along the way we lost touch with each other. I remember one time he was going to teach me how to drive, but the night before we all had gone to the A&W for quarts of root beer. The quart container at the time was in the shape of a megaphone, so we cut the bottom out of one and pulled off the road, turned the lights out and waited for some poor unsuspecting car and driver to drive by. When a car did come by, Dave turned on his lights, pulled out and I used the megaphone to make a siren sound and pull the car over; then, thinking we were so clever, we drove off laughing. But we weren't so clever after all, because the driver took down the licence plate number and contacted your father. Your dad wouldn't let Dave take the car for a month, that ended Dave's plan to teach me to drive. I don't remember seeing much of Dave after that. I hope it wasn't because your dad came to the conclusion that I was an evil influence on him. Dave was one in a million ... no, Dave was one in 300 Million.