Dave Beckerman (1951-2021)

Dave Beckerman died yesterday. He was a thoughtful and gentle man. In addition, he was wicked smart, funny, among the best in whatever field he turned his energies toward. He was generous with his time, generous with other people, empathetic, open and kind. He was a talented writer and an excellent photographer. He loved the pulse of the City. I tried (and failed) for two decades to get Dave to visit Virginia. A missed chance for me. Dave’s bravery, humor, and mentation in the vise of physical calamity were inspirational, his was a difficult exit but he stayed observant and engaged. His departure is a great loss.
(E.83rd Street, 2002)

Sledgehammer

Meeting today with a neighbor who understands the Internet. Hoping, with his help, to get back in the good graces of Google. I am tempted by the sledgehammer. In 1978 I was breaking temporary constructions to reclaim lumber. The next owner of the farm burnt down the loved house in the background. Seemingly, because he could.

Lurtie Breedin and Scott Christian in the tall grass
Left, Lurtie Breedin. One of the CCC boys.

Doug

Douglas Call Dabney, died on Thanksgiving Day, 2019. He was born October 22, 1952, to Thomas Todd and Lucy Call Dabney. He is survived by his devoted wife, Jo Dabney and her daughter, Rebecca Tirs; his brother, Todd Dabney Jr.; his sister, Susan Dabney Smith; and many cousins, nieces, nephews and friends. Doug’s life exemplified the meaning of “joie de vivre” from its start until its finish. He derived joy from his childhood and college activities and escapades. He loved all sports, especially lacrosse and football, hunting, fishing, golf, cycling and sailing. He was an adventurer, a risktaker and a contemplative non-complainer. His never-failing cheerful enjoyment of the simple pleasures in his life was inspirational for all who knew him. Because of the superlative care given to him by his parents and Jo and Becca, he was able to live courageously with grace and dignity. He was proud of his education, thirteen years at St. Christopher’s School and four years at The University. He avidly followed UVA team sports. He delighted in all food, drink and good cigars, and in stories and pictures of the lives of friends and family. He liked telling stories of his past adventures and of imagining himself having new ones. He loved his Tiggy kitty and his people and we him. He fought the good fight. We miss him. We think Doug would appreciate the wearing of UVA colors at the celebration of his life, so please feel free to do so on Saturday, December 7, from 1 until 3 p.m. at Bliley’s-Central, 3801 Augusta Avenue. In lieu of flowers, you are welcome to make a donation to any animal rescue organization.