Just found out
that Dave Phillips, an acquaintance from McGill, was found in the Swiss Alps.
Dave was good peeps. The first time I met him was a beautifully sunny day, and we were at the annual "Kill McGill" Queen's - McGill football game. It was great fun, made better by Dave's good-natured heckling of a too-drunk guy in the row in front of us.
Have a beer on me, 'Cuda. Wherever you are.