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In Memoriam - David M. Pearson

Ladies and gentlemen: In honor of my 6’2” eyes of blue.

David M. Pearson — Nov. 1, 1938 — June 8, 2008.

This is written by Dave’s brother, Michael Pearson.

You know I often think of something you said after his death when we were e-mailing about his service. About how David loved talking to people. That was one of the most memorable things about him. And he did it all his life. I can remember as a kid he would love to talk to people. I am not personally a talker. I would just as soon look out the window, wander around, read, or just be by myself. But David loved talking to people and had a knack for getting into conversations, long conversations. When I was in Pagosa Springs I went with him to a book store. It was in an old house, downtown. I was happy to browse the shelves, looking for something to buy. I needed something to read because in the Denver airport I had dropped my paperback into the toilet while taking a leak. But David got into a conversation with the owner. She was from the bay area in California. I half listened to their conversation while looking for a book. It was interesting, but I just don’t have the energy for it. I can’t maintain my enthusiasm that long. But David could. You were right. He truly loved talking to people. I browsed every title in that store. I finally selected a book by Chinua Achebe. I think I remember the name correctly, an African novelist. I can’t remember the title but it was his first novel, quite famous, published in the ’50s. Of course, David was still talking to the owner. They were laughing, chatting and having a great time. The more they talked the tireder I got. I started getting sleepy, wouldn’t they ever stop? I remember the same thing happening when I was a kid. We’d go to the “Bud’s Flying A” in David’s Plymouth coupe. And he would get gas and then start talking to Bud. Pretty soon they were talking and laughing. Even if it was cold and dark and wet, they would talk, tell jokes, stories, whatever. Gee willikers! Why weren’t they cold and tired like I was? I would stand there listening to them. Laughing and talking. I was tired and hungry, my feet were cold. I wanted to go home. I wanted to have dinner. And there was David laughing and talking with Bud like he was having the time of his life.

This is just one aspect of my 6’2” with eyes of blue. With love always

— Lili and Dave’s relatives