As we all know where ever Dave was, it was party time, at least have a good time. One weekend we left our teenage girls home while Dick and I went to the Rolling Stones concert in Vegas. The girls used the pool and jacuzzi with plans to have dinner on the Baxter Boat. As they were leaving our house, (an adult) plugged up the downstairs bathroom and what followed was an outflow from the toilet, leaking through the door, flooding the family room, down the stairs to the wine cellar. What could the they do but close the doors? When the girls got to the Baxters, Lindsay told her parents in detail what had happened. Janice freaked out and lets say David calmly got the bailing pail and mops and in his deep, authoritarian voice said, "No one eats till the Lambs' home is swabbed down." It took hours and they salvaged our rugs, couches, and anything that touched the fetid water. I only wish they took a few bottles of wine, but not the Baxters, they probably left us a bottle. Needless to say, I am eternally grateful, not just for that night, but for the love and joy we've shared since our grown daughters met 35 years ago. Rest in peace, Dave, or better yet, have a great time in the sky.