My Junior and Senior year in HS, this guy gave me trombone lessons in my
hometown. Began making me believe after HS, I could make the OSU
Marching Band even though I played football my JR and SR years. Took
the time to drive me to C’bus for these new things called “summer
sessions” on campus. Was the beginning of the best experience of my
life, one for which I’m forever indebted to him. RIP, Dave.
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