David looking very cheerful as he usually did before we took off from Queenstown. David was probably the closest male friend I will ever have had. We met in Christchurch in January 1972, a few months after David, his wife Rosemary, and their then three-year-old daughter, Tonia, arrived in New Zealand. At that stage, David and I were both lecturers at the University of Canterbury David in philosophy, self in political science. David and I shared a South African background hed been born and brought up there, while Id lived in Johannesburg for 13 years. Equally (if not more) important, David and I had a shared outlook on life and very similar senses of humour. Tragically, David died in late 2001 after battling multiple myeloma for three years. |