Dammit, Dave! I’m late for a meeting now because you wrote such nice things about me. I totally remember your cut finger, and I’m sorry I didn’t go into Nurse Abby mode for you. And it’s not the Clooney/Batman that I remember most, it’s you calling Andre Braugher “Andre Bra-ha-ha-ha-ha.” Always.
Dave kept me sane when I was climing the corporate walls, frantically trying to figure out how I was going to fit in. And there were many days when he was the only thing I was looking forward to. All added up, I’ve probably spent three full uninterrupted weeks sitting by his side, staring at trees, and I wouldn’t take a single minute of it back. Not only was Dave the one who convinced me to write back to stee, he’s the one who convinced me that I was able to move on past IBM, and take the scary world of comedy as a serious business.
Thanks, Dave. I miss ya.