Helen and I lived on Roaring Brook Rd in Killington near the junction of Telefon Trail. On a Saturday afternoon (in about 1994 or 1995) there was a knock on our front door. I opened the door and there was David. I looked around, expecting to see Roy or Esther, but they were not there. I saw his bicycle and asked him where he rode from (thinking maybe the store by the old fire station) and he said, his house! The Loman’s house was near the bottom of West Hill; a long uphill on a busy road to the heavily traveled Killington Access Rd, then left on Dean Hill, right on Roaring Brook, on up to our house. David was about six at the time. I asked if his parents knew where he was and he said, “no, I just felt like going for a bike ride”……! I knew right then that David was special. In 1997, we moved to Tahoe, about the same time that the Lomans moved to Whitefish, MT. Over the years we have crossed paths with the Lomans and often David was there. I loved my conversations with him. My memories of David are that he was ingenious, thoughtful, and caring; just a wonderful young man.