Danney was my friend.

Danney was given Sandy, a Doberman pup he loved even into senile
inconvenience and was heartbroken when she finally succumbed. He adopted Mark
from a fractured home life and helped him for a few years, marriage, and family. Danney was helpful in peopleworld.                                      That's just the way he was wired.

He was not only a skilled artist, craftsman, musician, and horticulturist, but he was extraordinarily
generous in sharing with others. He learned painting as a young man. As a woodworker, he helped me build countless projects including massive decks,  That's just the way he was wired.

We travelled the world together and he loved new places. We traveled in Asia as guests of the Navy. Of all the trips we
were on he loved sailing in the Caribbean the most. I've never seen him happier than he was at the
wheel of a 50-foot sailboat. I don't know where he learned to sail but he taught sailing at Reed college.
In Portland, students were restricted to lakes and the Columbia in relatively small boats. In the Caribbean
we were on big boats, in big water, with big air and he loved it. We probably covered 500 miles in the
Windwards and British Virgin Islands (BVI) over the years. When he wasn't at the helm, he was in the
water. His favorite spot was on the edge of a small bay on Norman Island (the setting for Stevenson's
"Treasure Island") in the BVI. It had some of the finest snorkeling in the Caribbean with an abundance of
diverse corals, spectacular fish, and no end of other ocean creatures. It's at that spot that Danney chose
for his ashes to be released and spend an eternity in beauty. Perhaps, someday, I'll join him there. And
that's how I'm wired.
Rest in peace my old friend,
Carl Cottrell