When I first I met DD, he mentioned he'd be in town and I picked him up at some downtown hotel and promptly took him to Wolski's tavern. He didn't flinch as I recall..

Months afterwards, my wife was still having great fun when people asked where's Dave. She'd say: "I don't know, probably at some bar with some guy he met on the internet again."

I'm not positive but I'm fairly certain I never took my wife to Wolski's. Shit happens to good people sometimes too.

Prayers and good thoughts never hurt anyone either to my knowledge.

I still think it could of happened in a worse place so I'm very grateful he went down in his own driveway.