At the office picnic last Wednesday Dave Newsom was his usual jolly self. On Saturday he died of a heart attack. Dave was a colleague and comrade, highly professional, perhaps a bit portly, always with a puckish sense of humor lurking slightly below the surface.

An archetypal Newsomianism: our mutual friend is a semi-vegetarian who only eats creatures that "don't have a face". Once upon a time, she reports, Dave went into her office while she was away ... and drew faces on her grapefruits.

David Newsom — R. I. P.

TopicProfiles - TopicPersonalHistory - TopicHumor - TopicLife - 2006-09-27

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