As the cliché goes, David was “only” 58 years old. I swear he was older than me, but he was not. He was simply a wiser soul, a deeper thinker, a more generous human being, a quicker wit, an abhorrer of pretense, a friend and mentor to scores of journalists, a thrill to share a meal with and, as hard as this is to take, a much better skier than I ever was. Before he became a journalistic meme at The New York Times, where he worked as a media critic since 2002, David and family spent a winter vacation at my home. Each day, David rose early, grabbed his rented parabolic skis and made short work of Utah’s famous snow, including one full day at Alta—the David Carr of American ski resorts—with our then editor, Christopher Smart. Chris, an expert skier, was agog that pudgy and smoking David skied so well and so fiercely.—Salt Lake City Weekly
The loss of the program was a blow to the BLM, the wild horses and the inmates who worked them. "The horses teach the men patience. They've never had to work for something to be happy. Most of them just turn to drugs or alcohol and get an instant pleasure," said Donna Bastian, who managed the facility. "With the horses, they have to work to develop a personal relationship with an animal, but the happiness they feel with the horses lasts much longer than the drugs do."
Wilson still has hope that he will get back to working with horses once he is released in August. That's no small ambition for a man who didn't even know he liked horses until he worked at the Hard Time Corral.—Salt Lake City Weekly