Tuesday, December 17, 2024
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Dear Copp Family:
DAC (as he often signed) and I met in 1972 at law school. We often sat next to one another and were transfixed with poorly suppressed laughter over trivial jokes we shared during early morning lectures. We should have been attentive but for David whose memory both visual and aural was amazing a classroom distraction was unimportant. He could recall, it seemed, everything from song lyrics to magazine articles. A savant in many ways. He wore suits bought in the 70s well into the 2000s as he maintained his slim physique, never in style as he was his own style. Quirky and brilliant, always himself with determined unpretentious confidence and considerable skill in all his undertakings.
Each of us had our own David experience for all the years we had him in our lives. I see him in my mind’s eye walking about town at a determined pace wearing his Australian Outback coat with his raccoon hat on causing astonishment in the faces he passed.
I indirectly introduced David to Martine through our common volunteer activity with the Red Cross when David attended a meeting in my volunteer place when/where Martine was a senior staff member.
While David and I never were in the same law firm, soon we were involved on the same side in a court case with different clients. We were successful and that sharing of cases continued for over 40 years, together but in our own firms. We had a fine time for decades and enjoyed many a beer at the Midtown, Resolutes and the AYC. So many tales, too many for here.
I hope your sorrow, like mine, is assuaged by happy time memories.
Deepest condolences and love.
Ross Haynes, KC
