high jump. Dave and I wistfully relived the magic of that afternoon, and, before the conversation
ended, he read to me the article he sent to THE TIMES, which was printed verbatim. I was
surprised that the names of all three of Dartmouth's high jumpers were included in the article,
especially since each of us exited the competition long before Thomas entered it. "Simple
reason," said Dave. "They paid by the word." What a wonderfully droll soul was he!
As someone whose heart-health issues caused him to stare into the dark night of death early in
life, David learned to treasure friendship and daily living with intensity. I trust that many of us are
convinced we were his closest friend, so fully were we embraced in his presence. How fortunate
that he and Susan, equally brilliant, loving and intense, became soul-mates and parents of two
wonderful children. Theirs has been a very special partnership.
David and Susan, my life--and Kathy's, too -- has been enriched immensely through knowing
you. Thank you!
Hop Holmberg: Now it is my time to reflect. Maybe I've had more contact with David since we
first were inducted into the Castle in the late winter of 1960 than any of you. I could be brief and
pithy and serve all readers -- I think I'll let it run without tight editing. So, if it is a drag to you,
skip me and go on to the other more concise notes.
Judy and I, both Minnesotans, were working at the Johns Hopkins Hospital when we got
married in Baltimore in August of 1962. It was in the warm-up to the Cuban Missile Crisis and
the Knights/Ensigns were called to duty leaving David, then at Penn Law, as the only non-family
out-of-town guest at our wedding. Thus he became the best man. The maid of honor was
Judy's sister Linda, from Minnesota, who caught David's eye and led him to discover that non-
resident tuition at the U of Minnesota Law School was less than what he was paying at
Penn. That led to his move to Minneapolis. (Things with Linda didn't work out.)
We returned to Minneapolis in '63 and David was around. Both he and we didn't have TV, so
we hung together with at the apartment of a colleague of Judy's to watch JFK's funeral and
related events. I don't remember how long it took David to finish law school. He was in and out
of school and other things. We went to an avant garde theater to take in his participation in a
play I never quite understood. The quirky romanticism of David came out in his fascination with
the theme of a red balloon, as seen then in a movie and a book by the same title. When we
bought our first house, David was the first visitor.
After law school David went to DC and worked on the staff of his (from Palmerton, PA)
Congressman, "Dapper Dan" Flood (yes, he wore spats!). I was flying to DC every few months
and often saw David and pretty soon dinner included someone named Susie. Then we moved
to DC. David was the first visitor to our house. David was an adventuresome cook who
introduced us to realms of food we had never known. And he had an Orange Porsche.
His more substantial work came when he joined the staff of Wisc. Senator Gaylord
Nelson. Remember Earth Day? That was Nelson and his environmental staffer, David. That
led to lots of letters, especially from kids, to the Senator. And David put together a book of
these letters "What are you and me going to do about it?" It was a gem. I think it was an
environmental conference that took him to Toronto where he became ill with pericarditis.
It was squeezing his heart and they had to open his chest and remove the pericardium. Those
were anxious days in DC. I vividly remember greeting him at DC National Airport on his return.
Visiting his mom's house in Palmerton introduced us to lots of David's past. He had no
siblings. His mom and dad were very much in love, and there was a sense that somehow David
felt a bit left out. Four Holmberg's and Susie and David did weekend camping in rural Virginia to
get away from the Washington heat. Eventually David moved to working as aide to a member
of the Federal Election Commission. This brought out his propensity to be cynical about the
workings of government.