Flight 62 Last Flights - In Memoriam
Services are at St. Francis of Assisi Catholic Church, 2300 Sunridge Heights Pkwy, Henderson, 89052. Saturday, 5 Sept at 1000.
Visitation 10-1200, Friday, 28 March, with services following at Palm Mortuary, 7600 S. Eastern Ave, LV, 89123.
Celebration of Life at 1100, Saturday, 5 April at Grace Presbyterian Church, 1515 W. Charleston Blvd. LV.
My fellow Daedalians, it is my sad duty to inform you that Bill Meyer, LtCol USAF, has flown his last flight. Bill had battled leukemia. Bill flew his first solo flight in August 1956, and became a military pilot on July 30, 1957 at Laredo, AFB. He served at many locations; Ramstein AFB, Tan Son Nhut AB , Shaw AFB, Nellis AFB flying many aircraft such as the F-101, F-111. He retired in 1973. He joined the Daedalian Order in 2002. He will be missed.
Flight Captain, Rod Carlone
Lulu is a Dalmatian, Dave’s and Maggie’s beloved dog, whom they rescued from the
jaws of death, from a local animal shelter, at the age of 18 months. This is
one of her earliest photographs.
Their bond was inseparable, and Lulu was the center of attention in the
Whitmore household. Any and all visitors were invited to give her treats,
whether they be dog lovers or not. And who could not but love this delightful
Dalmatian, of medium stature, but of great heart and spirit? Dave was the able
photographer and Lulu was the loyal and patient subject for many years. To
celebrate each holiday of note, Dave would dress Lulu up in some sort of
costume, take a picture, and then distribute the pictures to friends, family and
Classmates, as a holiday greeting.
The pictures are priceless, for beyond being cute, they capture the bond of
loyalty, affection and fun times celebrated between dog and master. And so,
while this pamphlet is a tribute to Dave and his journey on this Earth, so also
does it constitute a tribute to the friendship that endured. Lulu is now 14. One
day, before many more years pass, she will join Dave in that place over the
rainbow, where they might frolic into eternity. Meanwhile, herein are some
remembrances of Dave and Lulu.
In the pages that follow are contained calendars that start with February 2014.
May you mark the next ten months of your lives, the remainder of the year of
Dave’s death, in memory and celebration of his life. Lulu would wish it so,
could she bark in human-talk.
Dave succumbed to complications of a massive lung infection on Valentine’s day
2014. He leaves behind his wife, Magdalene, three children — David, Jr., Paul
and Amanda, and seven grandchildren.
Dave was by birth a Coloradan, raised in Denver. A Senatorial appointment from
Colorado gained him entrance to West Point, from which he graduated with the
Class of 1959. Upon graduation, Dave was commissioned in the U.S. Air Force,
subsequently qualifying as a Strategic Air Command B-52 Combat Crew Member, in
the capacity of Navigator. In that role, he logged some 2,000 hours, flying
some 30 combat missions over North and South Vietnam.
After nine years of service, he resigned from the Air Force in 1968, venturing
forth to sign on with “Big Blue,” IBM. His career was stellar, and brought him
to Venezuela, New Zealand and Australia. The Venezuela assignment was pivotal,
for his area of responsibility included Mexico, Maggie’s country of birth. After
meeting on a flight from Bogota to Caracas in December 1975, they became man
and wife 221 days later.
His career with IBM blossomed, with major assignments in Brussels, where the
ambit of his responsibility included Europe, the Middle East and Africa, and
later in Saudi Arabia. He retired from IBM in 1992, choosing to settle in the
Las Vegas NV area.
While there he continued to make tracks, further reinforcing his connections to
the Air Force and to his Alma Mater. Dave was active in the Joe Foss Institute,
and was invited (even as a Navigator) to membership in the Joe Foss Order of
Daedalians, a fraternity of military pilots. Dave served for some years as
President of the West Point Society of Las Vegas, and he and Maggie made a most
significant six-figure donation to the Association of Graduates.
Back in his Cadet days, a fellow Classmate would be asked to pen the 200-300
word biography to accompany the picture in the Howitzer yearbook. Whoever wrote
the copy for Dave wrote, “He is known rather well for his line…he would have
made millions of dollars selling false teeth to crocodiles.” That writer knew
him too well, for Dave had an incredible repertoire of jokes, puns, anecdotes
and trivia with which he would spice up every conversation. Maggie, for her
part, would roll up her eyes, as if to say; “I’ve heard this too often before.”
His wit was subtle, but sharp, and he skewered many unsuspecting folk. Rest in
peace, Dave, for you have enriched our lives by your presence.