There is not enough space to put all my memories here. Danny was the friend you wanted. He would give the shirt off his back to those that needed. it. I would take him for a ride now and then and we could hardly pass a fire station that he didn't know someone there. Often they would offer us to share with a meal at the stations. The fire service was his life and friendship everywhere we went. He had a nickname for just about everyone. Mine was the Yank. Every time he saw me, the greeting was the same. "Hi Yank hows it going". Every Christmas Eave, I would bring him a sugar free, lemon meringue pie when I visited him. If there was ever someone I wanted next to me fighting a fire it was Danny. He had your back and would guide you through.