English Brooks
It was hard to hear this news a couple weeks ago. Even though it has been years since I’ve had a chance to talk with him, Dave has, for a long time, been one of my favorite uncles and people. It’s hard for me to think of a better storyteller than Dave, or of someone I remember bringing the same joyful energy into a room, or so sincere a regard and appreciation for others.
These are the things I’ll probably remember him best for. But also for all the wonderful wild-hunted and carefully prepared food he cooked up for the game-day parties he and Paula hosted through the 90s. (We always new which kind of game 🏈🦆🦌Dave was most excited about those days!)
And I won’t forget the skill and delight you could see when Dave would set a fly hook on a big trout, and how often he’d then end up sending you home with the beautiful fish. Paula, Remington, Colt, I love and am thinking of you guys. Miss you and I hope our paths cross again soon. Take care, best wishes, and condolences, English Brooks

