Memories of David Eugene Atkinson

In memory of

David Eugene Atkinson

Las Vegas, NV

1956 - March 23, 2025

1956 - Mar 23, 2025

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Michael Mancini

Dave was a rock.

Surgically sharp humor, served up with an obsession for simplicity, and often laced with an art all its own. More than six months on, I miss him; always will. He was a mix of force and humility. “Do you gargle with gravel, Dave?” Goofy smile, and a minute later, a maniacally thought out strategic plan. Hatching treachery with Dave was an art form; treachery was always done in the best of taste.

Last week, a mere eleven floors above a narrow strip of beach in San Juan, Puerto Rico, I looked down. The high tides were crazy, and where there was supposed to be smooth sand, there were jagged rocks instead. But there they were, the rocks, and I thought, okay they’re not going anywhere. But the tides shifted again, and when I flew away just this morning, the rocks were gone and the forces had returned the sand.

Sadly, even a good rock doesn’t stick around forever.

But the memories do. And the lives touched do. And the bettering of individuals and of circumstances do.

On a personal note, here’s a breakfast martini, to Dave 🍸