As I arrived at the funeral home (for visitation of Ron Davis Sr.), Gerry and Judy Gebhardt were leaving. I’m an outsider in many ways, in this town. I did my junior and senior years only at EHS. I don’t have the connections that kids who attended this school district more years than me have. My kids did have those connections. My younger siblings had those connections. When my parents divorced, Debi and I decided to stay in Lyons and finish school. My sister, Margaret, went first grade to senior, and the others were in lower grade school so they knew kids, friends, teachers, and more from the start. I did not. I was an outsider. Debi chose to go to EHS for her second semester of her senior year. She wanted to be closer to Jerald. She was also one who questioned everything. It was always, “Answer this then” as she spoke to Mr. D. All I know is that Mr. Davis didn’t have to go the extra mile for me and he did. He never let me slip through the cracks and I graduated when I was slated to do so. Mr. Davis loved kids, teaching, sports and more. I guess I’m rambling but he deserves recognition for the person he was. I loved other lost teachers like Lindy, too, but Mr. D made sure I knew my material and he saved me. When my mother gave me up and into foster care, she didn’t want me in her home at that time, Mr. Davis sent me materials to fill out and reports to type up and the only way to pass was to know the material. He helped me. Excellent teacher. When my mother gave me up and into foster care, she didn’t want me in her home at that time, Mr. Davis sent me materials to fill out and reports to type up and the only way to pass was to know the material. He helped me. Excellent teacher. Here’s to you Mr. D!