- 60 years old
- Date of birth: Jun 14, 1953
- Place of birth:
Los Angeles, California, United States
- Date of passing: Dec 31, 2013
- Place of passing:
Seattle, Washington, United States
This memorial website was created in memory of Dennis, born on June 14, 1953 and passed away on December 31, 2013. We are hoping to create a place for the many people who knew and loved him to share tales of his colorful and adventuresome life. No one loved a good story better than Dennis, and he would have cherished the memory of all the events that made up the fabric of his life. From his origins in the Camelot of 1960's California to the mountains of Colorado to the Northwest where he undertook most of his adult endeavors, his path was never dull or predictable. Please share your fondest moments.
PLEASE JOIN US FOR A CELEBRATION OF LIFE FOR DENNIS
FLORAL HALL AT FOREST PARK IN EVERETT, WA
SUNDAY MAY 25, 2014, FROM 2-6 PM
"I knew Paula and then Dennis from the Mud Run Age into the early-and-middle Snohomish Period of my prehistory. I was there at their wedding, one among many in a cast of thousands, and remember the whole pig buried in a pit in their front yard (the first proto-Jaspers event), stupendous weather, great music, plenty of dogs, a couple of those dogs showing “their asshole male tendencies” (an exact quote from Paula) and a one-footed duck that creeped me out a bit, actually. There was the occasional dinner, a sighting at a Dead concert or stumbling across one another at the Seattle Center, anytime there was a crowd and a celebration I might expect to find them in the middle of it. They were late to my wedding, much to the chagrin of their kids. It’s fitting, then, that I stumble across this web page belatedly, giving Dennis two more years on the planet in my own memory. I’m having trouble squaring this news right now, but what I remember about Dennis, first and most, is that quick, sly, intense, unsettling, subversive, slightly manic, I’m-Santa-Clause-and-I’m-packing-a gun grin of his. I’m really going to miss that."
"I was pondering Dennis a while back and did the old google track down thing as I wanted to say Hi or even visit where he might be cooking these days.I found this page and was saddened. he hired me to work at sweet life cafe for a few years. I was just a 16 year old punk who knew a dish pit and that was about it.
however years past and I kept cooking after sweet life closed, then I got a call about Dennis opening a new spot up in duval and he wanted me to cook there so i did.
those first few months were brutal, no one was coming in,i would look over at Dennis thru the chefs line out to the dining booths were he would be reading the sports stats in the paper and we would just silently shake our heads. eventually things picked up,how could they not their food was awesome and their breakfasts were amazing.
I phased out from duval once i realized I was gonna be a dad and took on a few other jobs.after that I just lost track of Paula and Dennis.
sometimes i would have memories of Dennis,Paula,pat (RIP) kath and the others. we always had a beer and staff meal after the cafes would close giving an honest sense of family and diner camaraderie.
only a few know the stress of working the line/serving when your dishwasher calls in sick..half the specials are gone,getting sandbagged, running out of food and there's a line of people waiting to be served. a good friend once said to me cooking for a living is like helping someone move and then making their whole family a thanksgiving dinner,EVERY DAY and thats so damn true yet Dennis always handled it like a pro.at the end of the night we would all be frazzled and just unwind,eat, laugh and talk about O.J. simpson or charles bukowski...that's the stuff I remember the most.
Sorry i didn't get to have one more meal with you guys. but I will be giving a cheers to Dennis this night.
"Dennis was my best friend and next door neighbor in Cheviot Hills from birth to about 8 years of age when his family moved away. We had subsequently lost contact with one another over the years and it wasn't until much later in my life did i learn that political biases in society had caused the family to move. I was heartbroken to lose such a childhood friend and very sad to hear of his passing by just checking whereabouts of old friends. My best to his surviving relatives."
"I remember Dennis as a force of goodness in the world. He gave me my first waitress job at the Duvall Cafe in spite of my lack of experience and patiently coached me in the art of gracious service (even to those whose political views we did not share! Dennis and Paula's restaurants were beacons of culture and friendship in their communities. The food was excellent, the conversation was stimulating, and the company was top notch. I'm grateful that I got to share that time and place with Dennis and his whole family. Dennis, your huge personality, your passion, your intelligence, and your love for friends and family will be greatly missed but not forgotten. Paula, Katie, and Rosie, please accept my condolences and know that I am sending love and prayers to you all."
"A VW bug with a bumper sticker "split wood not atoms", a campaign for state legislator, the best restaurant in Snohomish with incredible bread and pork loin, a true man of the people."
"The Sweet Life, The Duvall Cafe and Jasper's were woven into the warp of our lives. Dennis, Paula, Katie and Rosie were part of our extended family. Our daughter, Amy, worked at the Duvall Cafe. So many of our good friends also worked for Dennis and Paula along the way. We well remember Pat, also gone before his time.
We worked on Dennis' legislative campaign back in the day…..All those wonderful meals and wonderful conversations, all the friends we made through the years. I loved the Sweet Life where we could sit and watch Dennis and Paula work their frenetic magic, preparing one amazing meal after another in that tiny kitchen, with 40's throwback music playing in the back ground and some funky deco-art. One of our favorite Saturday activities was to grab a table mid-morning at the Sweet Life and enjoy brunch while watching Snohomish, people and River, go by outside! Of course what was a relaxed Saturday morning for us was a marathon for Dennis and Paula. But he was always there with his smile, his mustache, and his heart-felt political commentary. And the laugh that filled a room.
The Scene at Jasper's in the evening was usually more laid-back, and we continued the tradition of great conversations. It is simply impossible to imagine that a personality so large, vibrant and PRESENT could be no more. So, I believe we all experience a profound (to say the least) transition when our time comes to leave the physical plain and body, and I know (call it "faith") that we move on to another existence, and yet some part of us remains behind, some kind of loving energy and presence. When we all gather on Sunday to laugh and cry and recount the memories, I know he will be there as well, at the very least in all our hearts, and his unmistakable "Dennis laugh" will be heard throughout the floral halls….."
"Sad to hear of Dennis' passing. My sympathies to Paula, Rosie and Katie. Always fun to be part of the " Riff Raff" crowd at Sweet Life. May fond memories comfort you during this difficult time...."
"Dennis was a good man and a great friend. I will always remember sitting in our kayaks among a pod of 39 orcas in BC with grins as big as ever. And then being there for Rosie's birth the day after we got back. Happy trails, Dennis. I wish you didn't have to leave so soon."
"I liked Dennis. I'm sorry he died. I fucked up, I should have called. I'm sorry, Paula. - Katharine"
"Dennis, his sister, Diane, my brother, sister and I grew up together in Los Angeles. We shared holidays and other events together and were very close as an extended family. I hadn't seen Dennis or his family for quite some time, so kind of lost touch, but I always admired him greatly for all he did and has done and for his intelligence. It is a huge shock that he is gone, and I only wish we had kept in touch over the years."
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