Tributes
Leave a tributeThey will be remembered together.
They are not dead who live in lives they leave behind.
In those whom they have blessed, they live a life again.
(note from a friend sent to Eleanor Roosevelt when FDR passed, also, way too soon)
In those whom they have blessed, they live a life again.
He refused
Imagine what would have been the outcome
Too bad
Kenny
Another thought that the Queens death correlates with joes birth. Have a drink together and talk about Ireland
Kent
This is the memorial I do not remember if I posted them before, but I do not remember seeing so many grown people cry. Happy birthday Joe
Kent
Matthew Spriggs
never can be too many pix of Joe!
Merry Christmas and may 2021 be a winner in the end for us all!
That WAS a great photo of Joe. We were both 36 in fall of '84, but I hadn't seen him since we were 12! That is very much the way he looked back then in the old neighborhood. Still miss his antics, adventures and emails. Always will.
Mary Mullarkey from LF
Happy Birthday Joe! Greetings and good health to all in these weird times that Joe would doubtless have an original perspective on.
Matthew Spriggs
I’ve been getting emails from archeologists in Alaska asking for Joe’s article in smallpox and disease risk for archeologists from smallpox cemeteries in various temperature regimes.Permafrost is thawing and Joe’s research is circulating because coffins are emerging from the muck; archeologists are scrambling to map the smallpox cemeteries and native village folk are having to pick up the bones of their ancestors and make do because nobody seems to give a shit.
He’d be dumbfounded by the mess we’re in. Even his unparalleled satirical skills would have been deeply challenged by today, but I think he’s be gratified that his research lives on. I miss him very much and could sure use the kind of laughs he made happen in the rough spots.
But I will read much more after I retire in January.
Leave a Tribute
They will be remembered together.
1987 The Hardy Boys
Kent,
Joe told me the "Joe and the hospital” story the week before he died. It was a riot. No one can say that Joe didn’t live life to the fullest.
Sharing Paradise
Like a few others who have posted here, I met Joe through our mutual friend, Dr. Kenny D. “Oh, Davenport” Joe liked to quip, with a little mocking nasal lilt to his voice as he launched into some hilarious missive about……….whatever.
Our introduction occurred around early ’77 when Joe was still living in the tiny bungalow in Manoa Valley and writing what came to be known by some as the authoritative text on the history of cocaine in the US – “Cocoa Exotica”. Those days we were immortal, yet even the occasional visit to “The White Rhino” was almost more than any of us could take – but take it we did…and lived to tell about it.
After moving to his north shore compound in Pupukea, Joe resisted with substantial might visits back to the southern shores of Oahu. So it was an honor when, during what has become our annual January pilgrimage to Paradise, Joe would summon his energy…..and courage……and occasionally rendezvous at the Outrigger Canoe Club in Honolulu for an enjoyable evening of fine wining, dining, and great storytelling with us and the Davenport clan.
Often, the following day, Jan and I would mobilize north and enjoy the splendor of Joe’s compound for a few days, spreading out in the pineapple hale and partaking of the glorious hospitality so many of you also enjoyed from time to time.
I’ll miss my visits to the Pupukea compound, the Pleasure Dome, the Thinkatorium, the Pineapple Hale and Siamese Kitty’s delicious meals. But most of all, I’ll miss Joe
We love you Joe – you’ll always be with us.
jf