As easy as Dan made life for those around him, it's a difficult task he leaves us with. That of coping with the loss of his generous spirit, his easy-going manner, his abundant cheer, and a reliance on memory as the only way forward. We were the fastest of friends from our first encounter -- over purloined tenderloin -- more than three decades ago. And while wheels and willingness were part of the draw, his engaging wit and endearing personality surely were pillars of enduring fealty. And I reckon that stems from his upbringing and his family, who opened heart and home -- more than once when it was most-needed -- and to whom I'll always be grateful. We shared so many adventures and so much time in each other's company both during and after high school -- from standing around a keg to tooling around in 'The Peanut', from the Pitch table to the foosball table, from the Window on the World in the Upper Chamber to bingers in basements on Crescent Road, from spotlight-dance road trips to his well-recollected Montrebec, and in apartments and flophouses that reached from North Avenue to Flynn Avenue -- that even when our paths diverged into the wider world, such were the experiences shared, the cast of characters and the like-mindedness they combined to forge that the kinship never ebbed. In the years that followed, no visit home was complete without meeting up with DC. And we traced each other's trails, from Johnson State to the state of Florida, spending time and making memories whenever we could and at points on two continents. Dan's was the sort of genuine friendship that makes life worth living. And for which I am both fortunate and appreciative. I miss him more than words can say.