To share memories of David for me would be to write a rather long book today. He and I grew up a block apart , my grandparents lived down each street from the Hunt’s corner home, E. College and 2nd. St. in Mayfield. The summer of 1953 we played Little League baseball, I was 12, David was 9. We collected cards, played sports and when I turned 16 made several trips to St. Louis to Cardinal games. Our lives were intertwined for many decades and on Feb.2 I will be reminded of our loss.. Dan Sharp and Jim Brien were other running mates most all our lives, and Dianne (Dowdy) Hunt was a shining light through the decades that passed. Throwing water filled balloons was one of our summer past times and once David got chased into my grandmother Reeds after being too accurate in a toss into a Cadillac window. Our larger love in time besides baseball was UK sports and we all vowed to settle in Lexington someday. Even though David went to UK’s pharmacy school and I went to UT’s in Memphis, another slight turn took the Hunt’s to Bardstown to work for my Dad, and after I left Memphis, David and Dianne moved and settled there. When I visited them in Memphis to show them around I couldn’t find anything I wanted to, it had really changed. I was blessed to have David(and Dianne) in my life for so long, and another blessing was being so close to their fabulous daughter Jincy. She has a wonderful sense of humor and would laugh at all my crazy antics, making me feel like a real comedian even though I probably wasn’t as funny as I thought I was(especially the night I almost got us kicked out of the Marriott for doing “The Mad Pharmacist” in the hall. My heart is heavy but I have some of the greatest memories anybody could wish for. Kent Wickersham Reed
