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Respected mathematician Dr. David Flannery, who was the father of acclaimed Cork singer-songwriter Mick, has died aged 71.

Dr. Flannery, a father of five, had helped found Munster Technological University's (MTU) (then Cork Institute of Technology’s) flagship engineering program and maths department, which he headed for some time.

He had suffered from Progressive supranuclear palsy (PSP), a rare neurological condition that is similar to Parkinson's.

His wife, fellow academic Elaine, died aged 59 from metastatic cervical cancer in October 2014. Last year, Dr. Flannery settled a High Court action over the alleged misdiagnosis of her smear slide.

Dr. Áine Ní Shé said Dr. Flannery was a “fantastic mathematician and a fantastic teacher”. Dr. Ní Shé is MTU's Registrar and Vice President of Academic Affairs in the Cork campuses, and she took over as Head of the Department of Mathematics from Dr. Flannery in 2012.

Paying tribute, she said: “He was really honest. Integrity is a noun I associate with David. He had huge integrity and would always stand up for his principles. He was always trying to do the right thing.

“He was humble and was always quick to recognize other people’s work and identify talent. He was hugely generous with his knowledge, expertise, resources, and insights. He had an impact on thousands of students. It’s a sad day today.” 

Dr. Flannery joined the college in the 1970s and was instrumental in developing the college’s engineering program which proved key to building MTUs’ academic and professional reputation.

“MTU is now known as an engineering school of renown in Ireland," Dr Ní Shé said. “David was someone who left his mark on CIT/MTU. He was a fantastic mathematician, but also a fantastic pedagogue, and a fantastic teacher. 

"He was really dedicated to MTU producing top-quality candidates and he minded his students; he knew them by name. He was also key in driving the establishment of the mathematics department at CIT.

“He was Head of the Department from 2010 to 2012 and really put his stamp on it developing a good, sound curriculum. And he was a fantastic customer of the library, he was always looking for new knowledge.” 

Dr. Ní Shé said that his late wife Elaine was “a dearly loved colleague too”. She remembers them waiting for her in her new office with a vase of sunflowers when she took over from Mr. Flannery as head of the mathematics department. Mr. Flannery had thoroughly cleaned out his office for her and he had even put her name on the door, "with every fada correct" on her name.

“He called me one sunny May evening to say my office was ready and to come over. Elaine was there. They had a bunch of sunflowers in a vase on the table for me. I still have that vase. He had changed the name on the door to mine, with all the fadas perfect.

When they left, they walked off down the corridor into that warm May sunlight together like love’s young dream.

“She was diagnosed a short time later.” 

Mrs. Flannery, a microbiologist from Blarney in Cork, died of cervical cancer in 2014. A High Court action was settled last October, but the HSE did not admit liability after Dr. Flannery sued over his wife’s care. He criticized the HSE for never apologizing to the family.

Pat Ahern, who has been a close friend and colleague of Dr. Flannery’s for 53 years, met studying math in UCC in 1970. Mr. Ahern said Dr. Flannery was “an extraordinary man” who "was out of pain now."

They later worked together at Cork Regional Technical College which became CIT, now MTU.

“I knew him as a friend, as a man, and as an educationalist. As an educationalist, he always thought the subject was hugely important but that the students were of paramount importance.

“When we started there, we felt like pioneers. We were doing things that had not been done before, writing a syllabus and teaching it.

“He was an inspiration to his students and other teachers. He developed courses that were tailored to the student’s needs in their fields, like in engineering, but he also gave them space to investigate the side roads, if they were interested.” 

'He was kind'

Dr. Flannery was not long retired when his wife died, Mr. Ahern said.

“Elaine’s loss was an enormous blow. I was worried about him; he was like a shadow of himself. But he knew he had to move on. 

“He was a brilliant chess player. He caused me to give up because he would always win. He loved playing cards and was so good he was almost at a professional level. He loved building stone walls. He loved hurling and would support Tipperary, where his family was rooted.

He was kind, gentle, and had the most extraordinary intelligence I ever came across.

“He was dedicated to his family, to Elaine, to his new wife Ann, and to his children.

“He managed to fit a lot into his life and was still fascinated by everything right up to the end.”

David LaFlamme, whose electric violin helped introduce a new sound to San Francisco’s music scene in the 1960s and shaped one of the hits that captured the era’s spirit, “White Bird,” a dreamy meditation on breaking free, died Aug. 6 at a health-care facility in Santa Rosa, Calif. He was 82.

Mr. LaFlamme’s died of health problems related to Parkinson’s disease, said his daughter, Kira LaFlamme.

Mr. LaFlamme and members of his band, It’s a Beautiful Day, sampled from the mix of folk, rock and psychedelia in San Francisco as they shared gigs and swapped ideas with groups such as the Grateful Dead and Jefferson Airplane. Mr. LaFlamme’s addition of the five-string electric violin — with driving crescendos and soulful adagio — brought flowing subtleties different than anything guitars or keyboards could match.

“White Bird” emerged as a collaboration with his then-wife and keyboardist, Linda Rudman, for the group’s debut album in 1969, “It’s a Beautiful Day” — a name taken from the joyful cry of a passing motorist one sunny afternoon. The song became the group’s signature work and part of the soundtrack of the 1960s from its opening harmony by Mr. LaFlamme and vocalist Pattie Santos:

White bird

In a golden cage

On a winter's day

In the rain

And then the song’s message as a refrain: “White bird must fly/Or she will die.”

Mr. LaFlamme, who also played guitar, described the song as a struggle between the pull of freedom and the compromises of conformity. “The white bird in a golden cage represents someone trying to break out of the constraints of the affluent middle class,” he later said.

The song’s setting — a dreary day as “leaves blow across the long black road” — was drawn from personal experience. Mr. LaFlamme and his wife were living in a Victorian house in Seattle during a series of performances in the winter of 1967-68, working on music in the attic with a Wurlitzer portable piano under a window. “We were looking out from the attic window over the street in front of this old house … It’s describing what I was seeing out the window,” Mr. LaFlamme wrote on his website.

At first, “White Bird” struggled to find an audience. It didn’t rise far on the charts and was a difficult fit for AM radio at the time because of its length, more than six minutes, and the novelty of Mr. LaFlamme’s violin solo in the middle. But FM stations, particularly the counterculture formats on college radio, embraced the song and the group as hippie troubadours, including other tracks from the album such as “Wasted Union Blues,” “Girl With No Eyes,” and the instrumental “Bombay Calling.”

“White Bird” gradually was adopted as part of the 1960s musical canon, and Mr. LaFlamme was credited as an influence on violinists including bluesman Papa John Creach and his work with Jefferson Airplane and Hot Tuna; Robby Steinhardt with the rock group Kansas, and Scarlet Rivera with Bob Dylan on songs such as “Hurricane,” released in 1976.

Over a career spanning more than five decades, Mr. LaFlamme showed no surprise that the violin found a niche alongside rock guitars and thumping bass lines.

“I think that the violin probably more than any other instruments closely mimics the voice and my first love was singing and the voice,” he said in a 1998 interview with music writer John Barthel, “and I think violin an extension, the closest extension of that.”

David LaFlamme was born on May 4, 1941, in New Britain, Conn., and spent much of his boyhood in Salt Lake City. His father worked in a copper mine, and his mother was a homemaker.

He received his first violin at 5 years old as a gift from an aunt and uncle, whose daughter lost interest in the instrument. “So I began fooling around with it on my own and taught myself to play ‘Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star,’” he recalled. His parents were impressed and arranged for a teacher, who introduced him to classical violinists and composition.

Mr. LaFlamme served in the Army in the early 1960s at Fort Ord, near Monterey, Calif., and was discharged after experiencing some hearing loss from test-firing weapons. He had spent time in San Francisco while on military leaves and headed back to the city in 1962 with a duffle bag — “mostly just Army clothes” — and a “few bucks in my pocket,” he told the music site Exposé in 2003.

He began jamming on guitar and violin in parks and clubs with musicians shaping the San Francisco sound: Jerry Garcia; Janis Joplin and Country Joe and the Fish. Mr. LaFlamme formed his first band, the Electric Chamber Orkustra, in 1966 and then was part of Dan Hicks & His Hot Licks.

In the summer of 1967 — what became known as the “Summer of Love” — Mr. LaFlamme and his wife put together It’s a Beautiful Day with vocalist Santos, guitarist Hal Wagenet, bassist Mitchell Holman and drummer Val Fuentes.

A major break came in October 1968 when singer and guitarist Stevie Winwood of the band Traffic came down with a throat condition and couldn’t perform in a joint gig with Cream at the Oakland Coliseum. The concert promoter, Bill Graham, contacted It’s a Beautiful Day as a fill-in. A record deal with Columbia soon followed.

The group released its second album, “Marrying Maiden,” in 1970, which included Garcia playing banjo on the song “Hoedown” and pedal steel guitar on “It Comes Right Down to You.”

The band broke up in 1973 after two more albums and tours that included once opening for the Who in Paris. It’s a Beautiful Day was booed and the crowd started chanting “Tommy” for the Who’s 1969 album, Mr. LaFlamme recalled.

“The funny thing was,” he told the Salt Lake Tribune in 1983, “I wanted to hear the Who just as much as they did.”

A legal battle over ownership of the band’s name forced Mr. LaFlamme to build new groups under different banners, including Edge City. He released a solo album in 1976, “White Bird,” with a new version of the title song, which peaked at No. 89 on the Billboard Hot 100.

Over the next two decades, he was part of more than 10 other albums as a solo artist or under It’s a Beautiful Day after wrangles over the name ended.

His marriages, first to Linda Rudman and then Sharon Wilson, ended in divorce. He married singer Linda Baker in 1982. Survivors include two daughters, Kira LaFlamme from his first marriage and Alisha LaFlamme from his second, and six grandchildren.

The creation of “White Bird” took about two hours, said Mr. LaFlamme’s first wife. She worked on the chords while he crafted the lyrics. They shared duties on the melody.

“The song kept evolving, but that was the birth of ‘White Bird,’” she told the music site Please Kill Me in 2020. “When we finished after two hours, David and I looked at each other, and we knew we had a beautiful song.”

Australian karting legend John Pizarro OAM passed away earlier today after an extended battle with illness. He was 78.

Pizarro, a 15-time Australian kart champion and a leading Australian on the international scene back in the late 1970s/early 1980s, was awarded the Medal of the Order of Australia in 2019, following his induction into the Australian Motor Sport Hall of Fame a couple of years earlier for his services to the sport.

Less well-known by many kart and motorsport fans was JP’s 20-plus-year battle with Parkinson’s disease.

He was one of the first in Australia to undergo the then-revolutionary Deep Brain Stimulation surgery, involving electrode implants in the brain, to successfully relieve much of the symptoms of the incurable disease.

Via the Rotary Club in his hometown of Parkes, NSW, John worked to raise funds for research into the disease – while at the same time continuing, until quite recently, racing in Historic kart events here and in NZ, where he was a regular visitor.

An Asia-Pacific champion, Pizarro represented Australia in world kart championships five times, all with the iconic Italian DAP kart/engine manufacturers, which saw him competing alongside other DAP stars of the time such as Terry Fullerton and a teenage Ayrton Senna, before the young Brazilian burst onto the car racing scene.

After his international exploits, Pizarro moved into the manufacture of karts, his ‘Sprinter’ brand very much in demand, built and sold from premises in Parkes, and was a track advisor and inspector for Karting Australia.

Among those to have known the Aussie karting legend well, Craig Baird – former multiple kart and Carrera Cup champion, these days Drivers Standards Officer for Supercars – said:

“I was a young kart racer, in Auckland, when JP came over to race and I was struck not just by his ruthless competitiveness,” he said.

“But also that he was just a genuinely good guy – he’d jump in and help anybody. Later on, we became, and stayed, very good mates. It’s a sad day.”

Chris Lambden, also a long-time friend and former karting rival of Pizarro’s, added:

“While his karting career and input are well-documented and his success well-deserved, his handling of and fight with Parkinson’s, and his fund-raising for research, is what separates him from the rest of us,” Lambed said.

“It’s gone on for over 20 years … I’ve never ever met a tougher, more determined so-an-so – and that’s outside of racing … Helluva guy.”

Pizarro is survived by his wife Marilyn and four daughters – Kristine, Lisa, Annette, and Narelle.

Jack Burton was one of Norwich’s great characters. His son Trevor has paid a heartfelt tribute to a legend who will be missed by many. 

Norwich's bus-driving Methodist minister and author the Rev. Jack Burton has died at the age of 83. 

The father of three – who served as Sheriff of Norwich in 1988/89 – died at his city center home on Tuesday, August 1 following a long struggle with Parkinson's disease. 

Born on Marion Road, Thorpe Hamlet, in 1939, Mr. Burton was the eldest in a large family – he had nine half-brothers and sisters. 

A pupil at the City of Norwich School, he was drawn to the church as a teenager by American evangelist Billy Graham, and studied theology at Handsworth College, Birmingham. 

By then, he had already spotted his future wife Molly from his pulpit while preaching at St Faith's Methodist Chapel, where they subsequently married in 1961.  

He relished a challenging start to his full-time ministry when posted to the tough Govan area of Glasgow in 1963. Two years later he moved to the small Fenland town of Littleport, near Ely.  

He became disillusioned with organized religion and pushed to become a 'worker-priest', eventually gaining permission from a highly reluctant Methodist Church to earn his living as an Eastern Counties bus driver whilst continuing his ministry.  

It was a decision which forced him and his young family to vacate their church-owned home and saw him move back to Norwich in 1969, living at Colegate for more than 50 years.  

He was a familiar figure not only in the pulpit but in his bus cab, his booming voice, toothy grin and impressive whiskers made him difficult to miss. 

In the early 1970s, he founded the Norwich Over the Water group, which sought to protect the city north of the Wensum from further over-development.  

The group's achievements included saving the Golden Star pub from demolition during the widening of Duke Street; this atoned for an earlier mishap when he clipped the pub with his bus while turning right out of Colegate. 

A talented writer, Mr. Burton was the author of several books, the most notable being his prizewinning 'Transport of Delight' (1976), the diary of a year in his role as a worker-priest. The launch event involved him driving a double-decker through the Erpingham Gate into The Cathedral Close.  

Another volume was entitled 'The Wonder of Buses and Trams', while other works included poetry, a children's story, and an unpublished history of Norwich Over the Water. 

He was for many years a regular columnist for the Eastern Daily Press, and viewed these short pieces as some of his best work. 

He worshiped regularly at Norwich Cathedral, but his own ministry was based around three churches – all non-Methodist - on Colegate. These were St George's, the Old Meeting House, and, most notably, the redundant St Clement's, opposite his home.  

He leased St Clement's from the Norwich Historic Churches Trust in the mid-70s, raising funds to keep it open for around 25 years as a place for personal prayer and reflection. He frowned on the trend for gutting the interiors of the city's churches to find alternative uses, and St Clement's is today the only one of Norwich's redundant medieval churches to retain its interior furnishings. 

His Christmas Eve midnight masses at St Clement's achieved near legendary status as pub-goers filed in from the adjacent Mischief Tavern, often somewhat the worse for wear. He reciprocated by donning his cassock to conduct popular Christmas carol sing-a-longs at the Mischief and the Ribs of Beef.  

He was also a chaplain at Norwich School of Art. 

A lifelong Labour Party supporter and campaigner, Mr. Burton courted controversy before one general election when he hung a large banner proclaiming 'Good Christians know where to put their cross' on the railings of St Clement's.  

A willing champion for the underdog, he worked tirelessly to help anyone whom he felt had been treated shabbily by authority. 

He was a dedicated trade unionist, and in 1972 and 1973 served as Transport and General Workers' Union branch chair. One dispute culminated in him reluctantly leading Norwich's busmen out on a one-day strike. Yet 20 years later he was elected on to the Eastern Counties Buses board. 

Mr. Burton was proud to serve as Sheriff of Norwich in 1988/89, forming a notable double-act with Lord Mayor David Bradford.  

The year's packed programme of civic engagements led him and Molly to forge lifelong friendships with David and Thelma Bradford. One of Mr. Burton's last public appearances was to deliver the address at Mr. Bradford's funeral in 2021. 

He was fascinated by buses from an early age.  

He worked as an office boy for Eastern Counties after leaving school at 16 and boasted a large and carefully cataloged collection of rare bus photographs in red-bound albums.  

His many other interests included bird watching, butterflies and moths, and the operettas of Gilbert and Sullivan.  

He took a close interest in the fortunes of Norwich City, and never quite forgave Luton Town for ending the club's fabled 1958/59 FA Cup run at the semi-final stage. Forty years on he drove surviving team members on an open-top bus tour of Norwich, and in 2004 he conducted the funeral of long-serving former club chairman Geoffrey Watling at the Old Meeting House. 

He retired after a stroke in 2002 and suffered a series of further health issues during his later years.  

He was due to receive the Maundy money from the Queen in 2020, but the ceremony at Windsor Castle was canceled due to the pandemic. On a happier note, in 2021 he and Molly celebrated their diamond wedding. 

Mr. Burton is survived by wife Molly; children Trevor, Linda, and Jeanette; granddaughters Natasha and Serena; and three-month-old great-grandson Wesley. 

Stephen J. Atkins, 78, passed away on August 1, 2023, ending his battle with Parkinson’s disease.

Steve was born July 12, 1945, in Dayton, Ohio, the son of Harry and Adamae (Rice) Atkins. In high school, he was an avid baseball player and dreamed of being in the big leagues. He performed in school plays, learning skills that would serve him well in his later “performances” in public life. He received his bachelor’s (1969) and master’s degrees (1974) from the University of Dayton. It was a combination of working in city hall in the mailroom while in college, and watching his fireman father, that inspired Steve to turn to public service and pursue his Masters in Public Administration.

Steve held city management roles in Escondido, CA, West Hartford, CN, Norton Shores, MI, Eau Claire, WI and Schaumberg, IL before coming to Iowa City in 1986 and becoming the City Manager there for the next 21 years, a tenure unheard of for many managers especially in an intellectually involved community like Iowa City. Steve oversaw numerous large projects—new sewer and water plants, the transformation of downtown, and many others—and managed the public response to a tornado, a flood, and acts of violence. He was beloved by city staff (at least most of them) for his ability to listen, consider new ideas, and be decisive when needed. Steve knew the names of all 500+ employees and was known for his philosophy of “management by walking around”; his door was always open.

Steve was a mentor to many, from job advice to how to tie a tie. Former Mayor Matt Hayek said of Steve: “He was a good man and a mentor to me. I remember meeting him not quite 40 years ago. Our families went out for dinner. Little did I know that at the end of his career, he would teach me a thing or two about local government. What a legacy he left his community.”

When not dealing with public issues, Steve loved raising his daughter, April, and seeing her become a young woman and have a family of her own. His granddaughter, Olivia, is Papa’s treasure. He consumed his quiet moments with painting and reading American history. And then there was baseball. Steve played on the City baseball team as a catcher. Though not his dream of the MLB, he enjoyed games played at the North Side diamond and at the ball field on Mormon Trek. Other spare time activities included serving on the Board of the Johnson County Community Foundation and the United Way of Johnson and Washington Counties.

Stephen is survived by his daughter, April; his son-in-law Rod Neuzil of Iowa City; April’s mother, Judy Atkins; his granddaughter, Olivia; his sister, Susan Atkins Dlouhy of Rockville, MD; his life partner, Karin Franklin of Iowa City; and nieces, nephews, and cousins.

He was preceded in death by his parents, his brother, Michael, and his very special grandfather, Mark Rice.

Roger Thibault, who was legally joined with Theo Wouters in Quebec’s first same-sex civil union, has died.

He passed away at their home in Pointe-Claire in Wouters’s arms. They had been together for 50 years.

Thibault was diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease six years ago. Wouters cared for him at their home until the end. He died from complications from the disease. He was 77 years old.

“He was the kindest man, and he loved me to bits,” Wouters said. “Even in his last moments, he really loved me, and I loved him.

“I have so much to treasure in my memories with him.”

On July 18, 2002, Wouters and Thibault became the first same-sex couple to be legally joined by civil union in Quebec, two years before the province would legalize same-sex marriage.

In an interview with the Montreal Gazette on the 20th anniversary of their union, the couple said they had no idea what a momentous occasion it would turn out to be until they arrived at the Montreal courthouse, greeted by a throng of photographers and reporters. Strangers rushed across the street to bring them a bottle of wine. Lawyers and clerks lined the upper levels of the courthouse to get a glimpse of the historic moment.

After years of advocacy, the civil union had been established by the Quebec government a month earlier. Since same-sex couples still couldn’t legally wed, it worked as an option that would give them many of the same legal benefits as married couples.

The civil union would soon be overtaken in popularity by same-sex marriage, but it was hailed at the time as a progressive step forward for the province.

“(Quebec) became one of the first places in the world to put forward that two people of the same sex could legally unite together, sharing the same rights and obligations,” said Patrick Desmarais, president of Montreal’s Fondation Émergence, which specializes in fighting homophobia and transphobia, on the 20th anniversary of the union. “And it brought on this push for equality between all people.

“I think it did a lot to educate and sensitize the general public in Quebec and Canada,” Desmarais added. “It really opened the public’s eyes to the fact that it could be possible, and could be legal, and that two people of the same sex uniting didn’t change anything in anyone else’s lives.”

For Wouters and Thibault, the union was largely symbolic after nearly three decades together, beginning when the two met at a gay bar on Mackay St. in Montreal. But they felt it had to be done as part of the greater good, and to send a message.

“At first we said we don’t really need to get married,” Wouters said. “We were already committed in life. But then we thought it over because we were so well known.”

Once it was done, Wouters said, they were also happy to be protected by the same laws that applied to other couples, “because we had been hearing so many horror stories when families get involved when one partner dies.”

Ironically, the couple’s historic union was born partly of hatred. They had been the subject of homophobic slurs, insults, and threats for over a decade, which ultimately spurred a march outside their Pointe-Claire home that drew thousands who showed their support of the couple. That would lead to the creation of the International Day Against Homophobia, and their civil union.

“We were sort of forced to do so because of the situation here,” Wouters said. “It lasted for 10 years, this horrible, horrible hatred — I still cannot believe that people can hate for absolutely nothing.”

While the union brought them fame and accolades, Wouters noted that the hatred continued, and still does to this day. The current political climate, particularly in the United States, means that “we have to be very vigilant that this doesn’t slip into Canada,” he said.

When they first met, Wouters, who is of Dutch heritage, didn’t speak a word of French, and Thibault couldn’t speak any English. So they communicated by sign language, and a relationship that would last half a century was born. Wouters was a fashion designer, creating clothes and hats for Canada’s rich and famous. Thibault was a photographer, working in the department of industrial design and architecture at the Université de Montréal.

“We were quite committed from Day One,” Wouters said. “We were very much aware that we were blessed because, in the gay community, it is not a usual thing for people to stay together for so long.”

The union stayed strong in part because they shared many projects together, including collecting more than 140 tons of rock “from everywhere” to create their elaborate garden in Pointe-Claire.

“When you do projects together in everything, as part of your daily activities, then you have a much better chance to really stay a lifetime together,” Wouters said.

Another project became battling homophobia, which would cost them countless hours, over $240,000 in legal fees, and the loathing of people they had never met.

“It was difficult sometimes to scrape the funds together to pay the lawyers, but we managed,” Wouters said.

In May of this year, Thibault and Wouters were made honorary citizens of Montreal in recognition of their decades-long fight to advance LGBTQ2+ rights.

“We’re very happy that it inspired so many people. We never thought that that would be the case,” Wouters said. “But it was the case.”

Tributes have been paid following the death of a long-serving County Durham councilor.

David, who was 81, lived in Craghead, near Stanley, and was diagnosed with Parkinson’s Disease a few years ago, but died from cancer on July 29.

North Durham MP Kevan Jones said: “David was a dedicated, hard-working man who spent his life helping other people.

“He was a warm person with a mischievous sense of humor.

“He will be sadly missed by his family, friends, and the local community which he served so well.”

David is survived by his loving wife Linda who he met while serving as a councillor at Chester-le-Street District Council.

They met when Linda joined the Labour Party and married on June 16, 1979, at Pelton Fell Chapel.

Linda too would go on to form her own political career, serving as a division councillor in Chester-le-Street and going on to chair Durham County Council.

Together they started something of a political dynasty and their eldest son, Carl, born in 1980, is now the leader of the County Durham Labour Group.

They also had Adam, born in 1982, and Sally-Beth in 1986, who, along with Carl, would provide David and Linda with nine adoring grandchildren.

The funeral represented a celebration of David’s life, which took David from a lad in Chester-le-Street to a respected pillar of the community in Stanley and Craghead via Zambia, Kenya, Libya, and many other far-flung countries.

David was born in Chester-le-Street on February 18, 1942, to John and Elsa. Educated at Red Rose Infants and Juniors, and then Chester-le-Street Secondary Modern.

David began his working life as a TV engineer for Howard Laburnum Stores before joining the Army.

As part of the Royal Engineers based in Kent, he joined a specialist unit with a focus on explosives, heavy lifting, road-making, and bridge building.

During his time in the service, he won a skiing medal while serving in Norway, and traveled to France, Kenya, Libya, and Zambia during his six years of service.

On returning home, David became an ambulanceman, rising through the ranks to Chief Ambulance Officer over 22 years of service, during which he introduced the paramedic scheme in County Durham.

David also helped run the family printing works business during this time, putting in long hours and tough shifts to provide for his family.

He was forced to retire after a road traffic accident, which destroyed most of the right side of his body saving the lives of his children.

At the time, he was not expected to survive, but eventually, he returned home. For five years, David had to use a wheelchair, but through fantastic medical support and his own determination, he learned to walk again.

David was “Sunderland till he died”, a season ticket holder through the years, but it is fair to say he was equally passionate about the Labour Party, of which he was a lifelong member, serving as councilor of Chester-le-Street District Council, Durham County Council and Stanley Town Council, where he was also Deputy Mayor.

Linda said: “David was a one-off. It was family over everything, but he would do anything for his friends, colleagues, his fellow councilors, and his community.

“His passing leaves a huge hole in all our lives, but rather than mourn his passing, we celebrate his life and we’re so thankful to have shared it with him.”

Paying tribute to his father, David’s eldest son, Durham County Councillor Carl Marshall said: “I owe my dad a huge debt of gratitude – he gave our family many great times and happy memories and made sure we all shared the values he held so dearly, helping set all of us up for happy and fulfilled lives.

“He believed strongly in fairness, that everyone should be treated equally.

“He believed people should tell the truth, something he drummed into us from a young age; and he always tried to help other people.

“When my dad felt strongly about something, he’d dig his heels in and fight for what he believed was right, often to his detriment.

“There were so many great stories about my dad, from incredible professional achievements to his political passions, but for us, the best memories are times spent as a family.

To many, he was a serious, passionate, but always friendly politician, but to us, he was mischievous and hilarious and kept our family going with humor and quick wit.”

Roger Dorchy was a fixture on the Le Mans 24 Hours grid for much of the 1970s and ‘80s, though in 13 starts he made the finish only three times.

Yet his place in the history of the French enduro was sealed when he hit more than 250mph on the Mulsanne Straight at the wheel of a Peugeot-powered WM Group C car during the race in 1988.

Or rather it was assured two years later when the four-mile drag of public road that is correctly called the Ligne droite des Hunaudieres was split into three with the construction of the pair of chicanes we know today. Never again would the kind of speeds hit by Dorchy, who has died aged 78 after a battle with Parkinson’s disease, be attained around the eight and half miles of the Circuit de la Sarthe.

Dorchy’s record aboard the WM-Peugeot P88 stands at 405km/h or 251mph, though he actually went faster than that: a shade faster in 1988, and probably significantly quicker the year before.

It is a fact that Dorchy was clocked through the speed trap on the Mulsanne in ’88 at 407km/h (253mph), but WM and race organizer the Automobile Club de l’Ouest decided to declare the new record at 405km/h. The reason was that the team was largely made up of Peugeot employees working in their spare time and 1988 was the launch year of the French manufacturer's new 405 four-door saloon.

But key players involved in the team named after Gerard Welter, a stylist at Peugeot whose credits include the 205 hatch-back, and Michel Meunier believed Dorchy might have gone perhaps as much as 10 or 12km/h faster in 1987. Their calculations suggested the terminal velocity was knocking on the door of 420km/h, the discrepancy down to the inadequacies of the measuring equipment supplied by the police.

WM had been racing at the Le Mans 24 Hours since 1976, but as the Group C category really took off in the mid-1980s it realised that as part-timers it couldn’t compete with Porsche, Jaguar, Sauber-Mercedes et al. So it changed tack and proposed the idea of trying to break the 400km/h barrier under the ‘Projet 400’ banner.

The P87 was the result, a low downforce special that had a rear wing only to balance the car. It had hit 416km/h in a TV stunt on an unopened section of French autoroute a few days before Le Mans in ’87 with Francois Migault driving. Come the race, however, the car never came close to the kind of speeds the team was sure it was capable of achieving.

It was subsequently found out that the radar system used to measure terminal velocity on the Mulsanne couldn’t cope with the kind of speeds that WM was hitting. It was the same during qualifying in 1988, before a prototype of a more advanced system was brought in for the race and the record duly taken by Dorchy.

Dorchy had first raced in one of WM’s prototypes in 1977 and would remain part of the team’s Le Mans assault until it closed its doors after the ’89 race. Ten of his 13 Le Mans starts came with Welter and Meunier’s happy band of volunteers.

Only twice did he see the finish, however. Sharing a P79/80 with rally star Guy Frequelin, he came home fourth and second in the GTP class in 1980, though admittedly 20 laps behind the winning Rondeau.

Dorchy’s Le Mans debut came in 1974, the second of two years in which he raced Formula Renault single-seaters. It would be the first of four appearances - including one failure to qualify — at the French enduro driving Porsche 911 Carrera RSRs.

What was most remarkable about Dorchy’s exploits on the Muslanne was perhaps that he was not a professional racing driver: he ran a garage in Beauvais to the north of Paris and Le Mans was often his only race appearance of the season.

Robert Steven Fromm, age 75, of La Quinta, California passed away on Monday, July 24, 2023. Robert was born in Santa Ana.

Larry Pryor, a visionary professor and multimedia pioneer who dedicated his professional life to advancing digital journalism and environmental reporting, has died at the age of 85. 

Pryor died on July 13 in Fountain Valley, Calif.

A writer and editor at the Los Angeles Times for more than 20 years, Pryor served as the news editor of latimes.com and established himself as one of the leaders in newspaper internet information. While still at the Times, Pryor began training and mentoring future journalists as a part-time lecturer at USC Annenberg in 1987. He was instrumental in developing the school’s first online journalism program that integrated digital technology into a curriculum with more than 10 new classes; he became the program’s full-time director in 1997.

Alongside his focus on journalism’s digital future, Pryor also studied climate change communication, an outgrowth of his work as an environment writer at the Times. In particular, he examined ways that visual information and internet discourse can influence public perspectives on the environment. At USC, he convened an ad-hoc multidisciplinary group — the Earth Science Communication Initiative — which hosted ClimatePalooza, a Visions & Voices program with climate communicators at the Jet Propulsion Laboratory. 

“Larry was a pioneer in digital journalism and digital journalism education, as well as being one of the first journalists to recognize the importance of environmental reporting,” said Willow Bay, dean of USC Annenberg. “We are so fortunate as a school to have benefitted from his deep expertise as well as his extraordinary foresight that helped successfully lead us toward and into a 21st-century media landscape.”

Gordon Stables, director of the School of Journalism, further reflected on how far ahead of his time Pryor was. 

“Larry was writing stories in the ’70s and ‘80s that today would be understood as part of a ‘climate’ or ‘sustainability’ beat,” Stables said. “It's not a surprise that when he joined our faculty, he made it a priority to teach students journalism’s essential role in improving public communication about climate change and environmental sustainability. Larry’s wisdom — to understand that scientific and broader communities need to know each other and trust each other to truly serve the public good — remains prophetic to this day.”

In 1998, with the support of a Ford Foundation grant, Pryor established the Online Journalism Review (OJR), which quickly became the definitive source for information on internet websites. Four years later, he received a grant from the U.S. Department of Education for the creation of OJR’s sister publication, the Japan Media Review, which featured reporting by bilingual writers and editors who could bring news and developments in Japanese media and technology to an English-speaking audience.

Pryor also explored how new applications of digital technology could be used to tell news stories. He collaborated with USC Viterbi’s Integrated Media Systems Center to build and use a 360-degree camera to produce a mini documentary of life on Skid Row, one of the first examples of virtual reality in journalism. 

“Larry pushed the digital envelope repeatedly at USC,” said Joe Saltzman, professor of journalism. “He was a visionary who was years ahead of his time when it came to reinventing journalism.” 

Saltzman also praised Pryor for his life-long dedication to upholding the profession. 

“Larry was one of those rare journalists who cared about everything and everyone,” Saltzman continued. “Larry was the kind of old-fashioned journalist we seldom see anymore: he valued the importance of using language effectively, of verifying even the most trivial of facts, or always getting the quote accurately, of never letting personal opinion or prejudice color his stories.”

In the final years before his retirement in 2016, Pryor was instrumental in developing the school’s one-year MS in Journalism program. Together with Professor of Professional Practice Vince Gonzales, Pryor conceived and introduced JOUR 528, the program’s Summer Digital Journalism Immersion course that orients and familiarizes students with the best practices and standards of cutting-edge multimedia, multi-platform fact gathering, reporting and storytelling. Pryor also taught the first-ever course on science, technology and the environment for the MA in Specialized Journalism program.

“Larry was a firm believer that in order to accurately report on a changing world, the field of journalism had to change as well,” said Gonzales, who serves as associate dean of student affairs. “He encouraged working journalists to join our graduate programs because he believed reporters needed to be life-long learners if they wanted to stay relevant, have impact, and reach current and future news consumers.”

Gonzales also remembers Pryor as one of his first mentors at USC 

“Larry had a huge heart,” Gonzales said. “He believed journalism should be used to make the world a better place and he wanted that to be a role that continued in the face of the many changes sweeping our industry.”

Throughout his career, Pryor was a devoted teacher, who was recognized with awards from USC, including Best Adjunct Instructor and Outstanding Faculty Award for Excellence in Education.

Pryor earned his bachelor’s degree in English literature from Stanford University and his master’s from Columbia University’s Graduate School of Journalism. He began his career at the Louisville Courier-Journal in Kentucky.

Pryor is survived by his wife, Gaby, and two sons Benjamin and William Pryor.