The passing of Dave Fisher is still reverberating through our little town and in Angeles City, where he was an icon at the end of the last century. To honor his memory, we spent some time in Green Room and Wet Spot last night. When we arrived, our friend Beth, the head waitress at Wet Spot, who had worked with Dave since his AC days, was in tears. She was hugging the Filipino lad who does maintenance at the Maze and gets around on the prosthetic leg that Dave provided him years ago. Touching the lives of others in a meaningful way is Dave’s true legacy; the bars were always just a retirement hobby.

Lots of posts on social media lamenting Dave’s passing, but this one really captured his essence:

I have known Dave a long time and had many personal conversations with him over the years. Many I feel were private and will remain so. Dave managed to separate his home live and bar life better than anyone I have ever known. Usually, he would arrive in Angeles or Barretto on Thursday and go back to Makati on Sunday.

Dave kept his Makati life private and so will I. But it was just as busy and fulfilling as his bar life. He had membership in tennis clubs, imported Andelusian horses, was president of the Manila wine club, had involvement with several charities including Doctors Without Borders.

Dave grew up in Ohio and still has family there. He went to Ohio State and graduated from Medical School. He never was the type to sit in a private practice or stay on a hospital staff. Some of his achievements were being on a US Presidents medical staff and traveling with them. Managing a medical division of Siemens Corp developing cancer test and treatment equipment.

Dave was involved in ownership of several Nana Plaza bars and many of the names of the bars he owned in Angeles and Barretto came from there.

Dave started showing up in Angeles around the same time I did mid-late 1980’s. After moving to Makati in the early 1990’s he became more frequent. His first bar was Voodoo in the old Vampire location, then he opened his first of several Lollipops in the current Swiss Hotel location. He built the Kokomo’s restaurant on the corner of A. Santos and Fields over the remnants of the crumpled building left from Pinatubo. He and JC (Margaritaville now Margarita Station thanks to Jimmy Buffets lawyers) staged good natured war with the waitresses dressed in military costumes. Since it’s opening it is much smaller inside now after adding a bar, hotel and swimming pool. I don’t think Dave ever owned more than about a half dozen bars at a time, but he was opening and selling them like trading cards. My personal favorites were both Lollipop locations and Treasure Island. I will never forget the shower shows on the third floor of TI. Around 2004 Dave bought a small hotel on Baloy Beach named it Kokomos and put in theme rooms. He told me it would be his retirement. In 2006 after over a decade in AC had having nearly personally breathed life back into the go-go scene he was done and had everything up for sale planning to have a quiet life in Barretto.

Once again Dave started a second empire. The Treasure Island Hotel and several others came into play. Old man Dreden wanted to move back to the states so Dave bought the building that currently houses Wetspot, Sit-n-Bull and the Paradise hotel now. Like in AC Dave probably never owned more than a half dozen bars at a time, but I can name at least a dozen he had through the past twenty years.

Dave set up, managed and was MC for over one thousand SOB’s, 27 annual Scorpio Bar Hops (his birthday bashes), annual Superbowl Parties, nearly a hundred pool parties and many of the VFW annual beauty contests. Not to mention his many charity events. He was kind enough to invite me to many and I would always offer to chip and cover some of the cost. Dave would never take a peso from anyone saying, “It’s all set up.” Oh, I’ll mention one; his annual Christmas dinners for the local children. He would dress up like Santa Claus and more than 200 local children would line up to receive their take away Christmas Dinners. I really think the local children thought that he actually was Santa Claus.

There are tears in my eyes as I write this. But I am not crying for Dave. I am crying for myself and loss of not having my dear friend around to help me gain the perspective for life that he always provided.

A few thoughts to end this:

· You can tell the quality of a Boss by how long his employees stick with him. Dave has bar managers, mama sans and even waitresses who have been with him for decades.

· You can tell the quality of a person by his friends. Dave has touched more peoples lives than anyone I have ever known.

· Dave often used his vast vocabulary to come up with one-word definitions of a person. I never did find out what he had for me. The one I would use for Dave was “Gracious.”

· Finally TGATM 64 –“Don’t take life too seriously. You’re not getting out alive anyway.”

Anyway, as Wet Spot manager Bret, who has worked for Dave for over twenty years, said to me last night, the real surprise is that Dave lived as long as he did, and now his suffering has finally ended. So, we can both mourn his passing and celebrate the memories he left us.

Here’s what else happened yesterday:

Swan participated in her first 10K running event.

If it looks dark, that’s because it was an early morning run. She left home a little after three in the morning.

Good job, my love.

While Swan was doing her new thing, I undertook responsibility for the Sunday Sweets Stroll. Didn’t want to disappoint the kiddies two weeks in a row (the typhoon stymied us last Sunday). After the run, Swan spent some time with the neighbors at Treasure Island while I attended to the Hideaway feeding.

Then Swan and I met up at John’s place for our Sunday dinner.

As I mentioned earlier, after dinner we hung out at Green Room and Wet Spot, remembering our times there with Daddy Dave. Swan even had the rare second glass of wine, but we still made it home before the 9 pm old man bedtime.

My buddy Scott put together a photo collage of the sunset as seen from The Rite Spot earlier this week:

The Corona Hash group has a new adventure planned for January.

I’ve fantasized about doing a hike like that ever since I saw the video of a group he made the trek back in 2011. Alas, my physical ability is no longer up to the task. It’s going to be all mountains, no concrete. And knowing Corona, they won’t be taking any easy trails. I wish them well, but I’ll just do a wussy trip to Da Nang, Vietnam instead.

And here’s the YouTube video of those who went before. I would if I could, but I can’t, so I won’t. But damn, it looks like the adventure of a lifetime. Hmm, it won’t let me post that video for some reason. I guess you’ll have to click this link instead.

From the August 2015 LTG archives are the stories of buying the last car I will ever own and of eating at a new barbecue joint in Itaewon. Sometimes it’s the little things that make life worth living.

Facebook memories reminded me of the fucked up world we were living in four years ago:

And we’ll finish this post with the usual bad humor:

Okay, time to get psyched for today’s Hash run. Leech My Nuggets is the Hare, so I’m expecting an ass-kicker. I’ve seen the map for today’s trail, and if I play it smart, I can keep it at one big climb at the start and a lesser effort about halfway through. Problem is, I’ve been struggling on the little hills in the neighborhood lately. I’m going to try it anyway. After all, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.

I hope I’ll be back to post all about it here tomorrow.