Obituary for David "Dave" Orville Harris

Please accept my condonlences on the death of David. Dave was my mother's (Helen Harris Miller) , cousin. He was just six years older than me and I remember him quite well. A couple of things come to mind, first that after he learned to fly, next the "stag head" drawing he executed. I also chuckle to remember he had a beloved black lab (I think, it was lab, anyway a large black dog) that one day attempted to board a city bus. Dave and his dad lived with my great-grandmother Maude Harris for many years. I have fond memories of visiting their home often.