David MacLennan

Growing up my father had a close group of pool sharks that would come to the house and shoot pool. Every Thursday you would hear the rumblings of the prettiest Harley-Davidson Road King come down our driveway. That was Super Dave's doorbell. To us, he was this fictional character, born from a far off land with fiery red hair and the kindest smile. He shot pool like no other person, he could see the angle, shoot the shot and set himself up all in under a second. We spent hundreds of hours around that pool table, listening to stories about life, Canada and everything in between. His demeanor was infectious. He will be truly missed. Fly high super Dave! Thank you for the memories.