David Michael Brown
1953 – 2024
This site is dedicated to the life of David Michael Brown, who passed away on July 15th, 2024. Born on April 11th, 1953, David was an accomplished writer, a loving father, and a cherished friend to many. With over 30 years of professional writing experience, David’s career spanned roles as a publisher, reporter, columnist, author, freelancer, and wordsmith. His journey as a writer began in childhood, driven by his innate love for words, well-crafted sentences, and effective, beautiful communication.
For David, writing was both a passion and a profession. He dedicated his life to connecting people and celebrating their spirit and achievements through his words. His diverse interests and expertise led him to publish works on luxury and sustainable homes, architecture, development and construction, the visual and performing arts, classic and high-performance cars, food and spirits, hospitality, travel, and the remarkable stories of people. David’s love for writing and his ability to convey the beauty in everyday life touched the hearts of many and left an indelible mark on all who knew him.
As we remember David, we honor not only his professional achievements but also his warmth, generosity, and unwavering friendship. His legacy lives on through his writings, his family and the countless lives he inspired. Rest in peace, David Michael Brown. You will be deeply missed but never forgotten.
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Henry DuBay, Normandy Invasion Veteran and Gilbert resident,is flanked by two admirers, Rick Hardina, Honor Flight, and David. This year is the 75th anniversary of the world-changing event. Photo courtesy Kim Carillo, Times Publications
Pima-Maricopa Native-Americans greet me at Kai restaurant in the Sheraton Wild Horse Pass Resort/Spa. Mark Lipczynski
Why am I standing in the middle of northern New Mexico, somewhere near Taos, divining my way on a copiously cow-pied dirt road? My GPS schtick had been disastrous. P. Grass
Celebrating the 45th of the Bob Bondurant School with Bob and Pat B., cyclist Buddy Stubbs and my son, Shaun.
A visit to car lover Jay Leno's spectacular Big Dog Garage in Burbank, Calif., for Highline Autos magazine. Matt Graff
Taking a hair-raisingly scary bow while visiting the spectacular Palmilla resort in Cabo San Lucas, Mexico. Photo by someone making an aft of me
A visit to the Batcave, conceived by Phoenix' Charles A. Keller Sr. to entertain children with long-term illnesses. Charles Keller
Wining, and not whining, at an ARA meeting with Clutch SEM Web designers, brothers Ben and Ray Miller. ARA
My old, and newly made, friend hangs around in Sierra Vista, Arizona, at the 'green' Col. Smith Middle School. He's not green but a tad blanched. Beth Binger
My cloudy, windswept, one-way transit to Alcatraz so many years ago. My troubles began as a child, nabbing sandwiches from cartoon-themed lunch boxes . . . P. Blundi
Meteor Crater in northern Arizona makes an impact every time you see it. The mile-wide Earth ding also makes you happy you weren't anywhere near here 50,000 or so years ago when it made its biggest impact. P. Grass
The Verde Canyon Railroad is always the ticket to sublime views of the Verde River, riparian habitats, even nesting eagles. Board the fun in Clarkdale, just south of world-destination Sedona. Don't miss the boat! P. Grass
When you're in the Durango area, get onboard the Silverton-Durango Railway for a trip along the Animas River and the sublime lower Rockies. An exciting place to hang out for a few hours, but don't hang out too far. P. Blundi
At Muir Woods in Marin County, Calif. I logged a few minutes among the immense redwoods, then crossed the Golden Gate for some blues along the Embarcadero. P. Grass
I was joyed to join Michael Jenkins, a Valley katsina craftsman of the highest order, at the recent Phoenix Home & Garden "Master of the Southwest" awards ceremony. Axel Everitt
This classic (the writer), a classic Studebaker and Haylie stopped along what remains of historic Route 66 at the Petrified Forest National Park. The driver seemed stoned, as we said in the prehistoric '60s. P. Grass-Mark Twain
