David P. Drimer died yesterday morning (4-26-1926). I'm devastated. His memory will forever be a blessing, I know. The photo above was taken at the University of Miami. We became friends as freshman but that friendship grew as we were both Admissions Representatives and Graduate student together in the MBA program at UM.
I cried like a baby as I imagined the impossible notion that I wouldn't hear his voice again. Naturally, his passing made me keenly aware of my own mortality. In hindsight, I realize now that reflections and memories of Drimer put into focus the dreams and ambitions we shared as young men about to make our way in the world.
I cherish a million things about him. We spoke in a kind of code with references to inside jokes and references to times and places. Upon graduation, I was determined to pursue a career in Advertising in what I regarded as the advertising capital of the world (New York City). Dave, the quintessential New Yorker, was there too.
May the memories be a blessing. That profound wisdom became a notion I embraced when my wife Lynn passed away peacefully in her sleep on February 3, 2022. It's a beautiful thing to ponder but it never displaces the the void left when someone so near and dear to you is gone.
The last time I saw my friend Dave, we met at the Museum of Modern Art in June of 2025. We posed on either side of Picasso's Goat. Dave deserves GOAT status too, I think.
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