Second home away from home for the two Dave's,

this wonderful little home on Evelyn Way right across from Portola Drive and right below Mt. Davidson was a dream compared to the first place we camped.

We had a great relationship with the landlord, a woman who worked at the college and had recently lost her husband. The basement had been converted to a pine-walled bedroom, with bath and bar. Must have been the hubby's get-away.

Maneuvering Mr. Rowe's '63 Ford through San Francisco streets was always exciting. Young Dave's driving was impeccable, though, and we never had to pull over for the boys in blue or call the insurance company.

Ornamental Horticulture became our passion that first semester, since Dave R. could use it if he worked in the family flower shop in Paso after school. I thought it would be cool to design landscapes for the rich and famous, but my heart was still in designing homes.

We took this all rather seriously, especially since Papa Dave was paying for everything . . . including my room and board, which although very appreciated wasn't going to last forever.  Job hunting proved fruitless, and funds from home were limited, so it was only reasonable that I get the boot at the end of the semester.

I miss those days terribly. Young Dave was the best of friends, always there to help and never complain or criticize. We lived a few houses away from each other on Tucker, sharing good and bad times, wondering what our futures would bring. But the wheels of Providence rolled on, carrying me to the desert wilderness for two years.

DAVID KING ROWE III

Morning grass, like supple prairie cord
Would sweep us clean with drenching dew and shine
Our tennis shoes. The path of woods and weeds
Soon disappeared with winter's vapored breath.

The sun would chase us slowly for awhile,
My shadow dancing on your bundled back.
In all that world of time, we never thought
To ask about our royal middle names.

Dave died in his 30's in Paso Robles, long before we had wished. But his affections and hope were set on seeing his heavenly King Jesus Christ, there to cast his crown of salvation before the throne of Him whom he loved.

2 Corinthians 4: 16-18

Therefore we do not lose heart. Even though our outward
man is perishing, yet the inward man is being renewed day
by day. For our light affliction, which is but for a moment,
is working for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight
of glory, while we do not look at the things which are seen,
but at the things which are not seen. For the things which
are seen are temporary, but the things which are not seen
are eternal.

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