There is a big hole in the County that wasn’t there two days ago.
I consider myself lucky to have had him as a friend for the past forty-odd years, as did about a thousand other folks. Above, you can read a professional eulogy by his employer, and it is true-he changed the tone of the discussion at Long Branch, and at Oatlands before that. His knowledge of history, particularly local and Virginia history, was impressive. But there is so much more than that; In a county known for its “characters” – he stood out, and in a good way. You always knew when he was in the room, many times because folks were laughing so hard. I think that is what I will remember the most about him, the laughter, at his own jokes, OR jokes that he was the butt of.
When he came into your field of vision, the day brightened up.
Equally at home in a coat and tie, or his beloved flip-flops and shorts that had seen better days, “Millwood” could be found addressing a Board on one day, and the next standing in the mud at Watermelon Park, the sand at Pauley’s Island, SC, or closing down the joint at some nocturnal establishment. It all was part of the package.
David’s friends included folks from all demographic groups, to the point that it was a rare local who did not know him, either personally or by reputation. A bon vivant to the max, he squeezed more adventures into his 57 years+ than anyone I know. The world, for a lot of us, is a less fun place to be today.
The guy had a big heart, and from what I gather, it just gave out on him.
I guess if you had asked me 30 years ago, who among our age group might be the first to go, he might have been a good guess. His lifestyle, on the whole, was not predicated on the assumption of longevity, and the thought of Dave in a retirement home one day was not one that ever occurred to me. But that doesn’t help today. Here was a guy that loved his home so much, stayed out of the petty squabbles that sometimes fill these pages, and put so much into his relationships with others, that I don’t know another person whose passing will deeply affect so many people.
He lived in an unimposing home in the village of Millwood, but taking a cue from “It’s a Wonderful Life”, here’s one to David Boyce, the “richest” guy I ever knew.