It has taken me a long time, too long, to write my thoughts about Danny. We have known each other since grade school, so there is a lot to remember and write about. First I would like to say what a privilege it has been having Danny as a friend. He was one of those friends who was always loyal and would do whatever it took to be there for you or help in any way. But Danny was never average, and I mean that in a positive way. He never shied away from doing something new. He would astound me with his ability to adapt to all kinds of jobs and businesses that were as diverse as a car mechanic to sprinkler installation to ferrying yachts across the country. I never ceased to wonder what he would do next. His mind could conceive of all sorts of things to earn money that would blow me away. One of the things I remember from our later teenage years was Danny saying, " What if I, or sometimes we, were to...." (fill in the blank) My response would be, "Are you sure you want to do that?" One story that comes to mind was his idea to go to the Keansburg, N.J. boardwalk after we both got off work. Working at Carvel Ice Cream in Linden, I would get off about 10:30 PM. I would drive over to the Shell Station in Roselle where Danny worked, and where we both lived. There he would hop in my car and we would head for Keansburg. I was 17 and he was 16, so we were still accountable to our parents but did not tell them what we were doing. I lied and said I worked until 1:30 AM, (since I was the manager and had to close up). He did the same. One time we decided to ride the go-carts on the oval wooden track that had old tires in the middle to go around. Both of us were competitive, but in this activity he was the superior. However, in this case, I was able to get ahead of him. We raced longer than normal since we were the only ones there and the owner allowed us the extra time. I managed to stay ahead going into the second to the last turn. Holding the inside lane, I was confident of a win. But Danny was undeterred and was not going to lose gracefully. He was able to get side by side and as we entered the turn. He attempted to cut me off to gain the lead. His left front wheel hit my right front wheel and caused me to run into the mass of tires. He then passed me, while I sat on a platform of black round rubber. Danny won! But, in doing so, caused the front axle on my cart to break. To say the owner was upset does not give justice to his temperament at the time. We took off running to the sound of "You D... Kids!!!" When we had reached a safe distance we looked to see what time it was, 1:40 AM. The significance? We both had to be home before 2:00 AM. Somehow, whether God slowed time down or we were flying, we got from Keansburg to our homes in Roselle with three minutes to spare. Normally that is a 35 minute trip doing 60-65 down the Garden State Parkway. I have know idea how fast we were going, so I will leave it up to you to do the math. Life was never dull when Danny was around. I hope to add more stories in the near future. But I close in saying that as unpredictable as Danny was, kindness was a trait that always showed through. I know the Lord blessed him with Nancy because of the love they had for each other and her ability to remain calm with a ball of energy known as Danny Gooding. I look forward to the day when I will see him again in Glory!