Dave is a child of the 70s, and by that he means he was born when Eisenhower was on his way out. Bad clothes, bad music, and bad hair. 15 years ago he clawed his way into middle management and established his career as a “yes man” in a technical field. He is married, the father of two daughters, one grown and gone, and the clock ticking on the second. Having grown up with three sisters and helped raise two teen girls, he has developed a remarkable understanding and appreciation of the mind and spirit of a woman. Put another way, he’s been mostly confused for forty years. Dave wasn’t born in Texas but he got there as quick as he could. He’s happy there, and you are happy to have him there, safe and out of the way. He has always felt a tremendous obligation to share his gift of mirth with the world, even when the world said “uhm, perhaps not”. A few years ago Michele You can also send him Dave also wanted you all to know that he felt very peculiar writing this in the third person. He wasn’t asked to do it this way; he just felt it was the right thing to do. He is refreshingly spontaneous like that. Archives Moving Day Retarded Movie Reviews: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Irony It’s Not A Soda, It’s A Coke. Things from Texas that you eat that you did not know you eat Memorial Day Video Storm Flood Story Memorial Day Nine Days in May Dave's Garage Everything I needed to know about explosives I learned in Kindergarten Kids Do the Darnedest Things Little Back Yard of Horrors The Twins are in Peril, or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Knife Texas in the Springtime A White Easter in Texas My Travels Among the Mormons The Hash House Harriers of Taipei Save This Dog The Midnight Mark Spitz |