From Scott Davis

Scott Davis
Kaneohe, Hawaii

My friend Bill Davisson moved from Oakland to Sebastopol and somehow met Roy. Bill regaled my partner Howard and me with Roy's stories, including some Washington Post ones. I ashamed to admit at the time I barely knew who Katharine Graham was. So, when we finally met Roy at one of Bill's August Audacities parties, I was still fairly unaware of Roy's accomplishments. Upon meeting him, his sarcastic wit immediately charmed me. Roy's bubbly vivaciousness truly came out that day when he got on the stage to perform something he had written. The crowd loved him. I saw this scene repeated many times.

Over time, I got to know Roy and Josh a little bit better. We invited them along on a Tahoe ski weekend. On the last day Josh had gone off skiing and Roy stayed behind. As I was driving him to ski resort to meet up with Josh we got to talking about my being from Cleveland. He told me the last time he was in Cleveland was on a plane with Bobby Kennedy. As they were leaving Cleveland word came aboard that Martin Luther King, Jr. had been shot. When they arrived in Chicago word came down the aisle of the plane that King had died. Roy turned to tell the person behind him and it was Bobby Kennedy. His nonchalance in telling this story was classic Roy. He was never one to name drop or brag, but had interesting stories tell that often included well know people.

Howard and I were staying overnight with Bill in Sebastopol in October and we had the chance to see Roy for the first time after moving away two years ago. I could barely tell all that he had recently been through. Our lunch with Roy and Josh was filled with fun and laughter. (And the million questions that journalists tend to ask.) Roy even performed for us. We are very fortunate to have had such a nice final memory of Roy.