I'm Dan's Grandson, Dylan. Whenever I needed or wanted to go somewhere Grandpa would always offer. In Elementary school he would often be at my house when I would return from school. All I would have to do is slip out a little "I'm hungry" inbetween the sentences my Mom and Grandpa said to each other. As soon as he herd this he was heading out the door shouting, "So whatcha hungry for Dylan?" The winter before Grandpa was hospitalized I went to Washington D.C. with the People to People Organization, and met two people that live about an hour west of Madison. During the next summer we wanted to see each other again. We decided the beginning of August would be best for all of us. We soon realized this plan was not going to happen because our parents were not able to drive. As soon as Grandpa heard of our predicament, he offered to drive. Grandpa saved the day. We didn't know however that July 4 he would be hospitalized. My mom told me that one of the first things he said when the drugs started wearing off and he came around was, "Tell Dylan I'll still drive him and his friends." He of coarse wasn't able to, but he offered.