From Jack
About a year after Jill and I married, we moved away from Chicago. For the next 32 years, we raised our family while continuing to keep more closely in touch with David as each year went by. There are so many fond memories: our wedding on Astor St., David and a seven-month pregnant Jill picking up her antique desk in Saugatuck, laying carpet in the condo with David minutes before Jill came home with Matthew, philosophical talks about you name it, David helping us move from Cincinnati to Gaylord, David helping us finish our log home in Gaylord, David going with us for sea trials on the Dawn Treader in Wisconsin, gatherings at the home in Charlevoix, lots and lots of boat discussions, almost capsizing while coming out of the Boynton Beach inlet, the trials and tribulations of the Blue Moon, an evening at the Tiki Hut in Riviera Beach and coming back on the Intracoastal in the dark, and our fishing trip on Lake Okeechobee. And always, no matter what we did, there was liberal consumption of big pieces of meat, good food, good wine, good scotch and good times.
I wish it did not have to end. It seemed like it was always getting better and like there was always more to feel and say. Thanks for everything, David!