David Custis Kimball - blog
You: Why Dave; why now?
Me: Well, I've a two talented kids; the younger said, 'Stop with the lectures.' Then asked, 'Dad, can I help you set up a blog?' Moments later, Me: 'OK, that's a great idea, thinkin' they might just read it someday.
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To say: '"He is a man of truth," is to say nothing; to say: "He is a man of of," is to state an elementary truth of logic.'
Winston Davids, 1969 - Trinity College Valedictorian - 1970; known endeavor: actuarial contributions to The Donald; since has contacted me and sadly is quite ill. Ask prayers for recovery; thanks for his brilliance and music.
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Cute
Just in case anyone else thought they were cutest. Reminds me of Mortimer, RIP, who when I was working on my ‘69 Landcruiser (great travel with windshield down and Snoopy leather inner helmut on and goggles). I had left a socket on the belly pan under the tranny. A minute after I got out and up, he scurries under there, grabs the socket, and to my surprise, hands it to me with a laughing chatter, which I distinctly heard as ‘Yo dummy, you forgot this.’
Mortimer, a Capuchian Ringtale from Columbia, lived on a penthouse suite cage on the platform just before the door to the roof of Trinity’s 8 story dorm. We would let him out and he would run and swing down the stair well in a flash.
I got him at Halloween; I was at the bottom with a scarie mask; he came swinging around… looked at me and his eyes popped. He screamed bloody murder and ran up back into his cage. I took off the mask and went up there to show it to him. He was ok… I know he appreciated a good joke, but he didn’t get many on himself.. so we were fast friends. He liked to pull one of our roommate’s mustache, and swing on branches and box the noses of barking dogs, while he was chasing diving birds out of that same tree. The trees were alive with the sound of Mortimer.
Mortimer’s master, Mark Hagedorn, the only person I have ever knew who could drive a Jag with piston slap 120 mph in a 35 zone, get stopped by the cops, drunk: he worked as a part time bartender, ask the cops if he could be excused to go pee, get jailed and get off on temporary insanity because he had just been accepted to Penn Med School.
