While the rest of the nation rightly remembers Martin Luther King, I will always associate January 15th with my friend David Brodsley, born on this day in 1944.
We lived next door to each other in the Wilshire / Miracle Mile district as kids, and David, older by three years, was the one to first introduce me to Mad Comics (later Mad Magazine).
We drifted apart after elementary school, but became reacquainted in our college years, in Boston: he as an aspiring architect, I as a freshman at Boston University. He was married by then, and he and his wife Ronna's apartment in Back Bay became my home away from the dorms on many a weekend. Back in California, in 1970, we renewed our friendship, and remained close for decades to come.
David passed away on September 29, 2003.
We lived next door to each other in the Wilshire / Miracle Mile district as kids, and David, older by three years, was the one to first introduce me to Mad Comics (later Mad Magazine).
We drifted apart after elementary school, but became reacquainted in our college years, in Boston: he as an aspiring architect, I as a freshman at Boston University. He was married by then, and he and his wife Ronna's apartment in Back Bay became my home away from the dorms on many a weekend. Back in California, in 1970, we renewed our friendship, and remained close for decades to come.
David passed away on September 29, 2003.
