I don't know how to write this page. I've started it three times. Danny would have made fun of the template I picked — he hated pink — so I picked it anyway.
A lot of you knew him from the webring, from IRC, from the long nights when none of us could sleep and the internet felt like a small town. Some of you only knew the handle. That's okay. He was the same person either way.
His sister Karen called me on Tuesday morning. She said it was quick, and that there wasn't a note, and that the family isn't planning a service. She asked if I'd take down his site. I told her I would when I was ready. I'm not ready.
The first time I met Danny in person he spent forty minutes explaining Saturn to me while a pizza got cold between us. He had a way of looking at things like he was trying to memorize them in case they went away. The rings. Every time.
He remembered birthdays. He sent CD-Rs of mixes to people he'd never met in person. When my dad got sick he called me every Sunday for four months, and some of those Sundays I wasn't nice to him, and he called anyway.
He was also worried lately. I'm not going to pretend I didn't see it. He had some things going on at work that were chewing him up, and he wouldn't talk about them except in circles. I kept telling him to just rest. I wish I'd said something else. I wish I'd picked up the phone on Sunday.
If you have a memory to share, sign below. I'll keep this page up as long as GeoCities lets me. And if you are who I think you are — you know where to find me.
Memories & Messages
Mike_H · Feb 13, 2001 · 11:42 PM
Laura this is beautiful. I can't process it. We were supposed to watch Barry Lyndon on Sunday and he didn't show, which — you know him, he never missed a Kubrick night. I called his office Monday and the receptionist said he hadn't been in since Thursday, which was also news to me. He seemed
excited when we had coffee two weeks ago. He said "something I've been working on for a long time is almost finished." He was lit up. I keep going back to that sentence. I'm so sorry.
stargazer99 · Feb 14, 2001 · 2:08 AM
rest easy brother. the ring won't be the same. ad astra. — s99
kathyM · Feb 14, 2001 · 9:15 AM
I only knew Danny from the forum but he helped me troubleshoot my modem for three hours one night in 1999. Total stranger. Wouldn't take anything for it. He told me that night — I wrote it down because I liked it — "the trick isn't knowing what the numbers say, it's noticing when they stop saying it." I thought he meant the modem. I'm so sorry for everyone who loved him.
anon · Feb 15, 2001 · 4:33 AM
he was a good man. i hope whoever made him feel like this wasn't worth it reads this page one day. i hope they can't sleep either.
T. Reeves · Feb 16, 2001 · 6:22 AM
I am Danny's father. My wife and I learned yesterday and we have not slept since. I do not know how to use this website. Karen's son helped me find this page because she said Laura had made a beautiful place for the people who loved him. Thank you, Laura. He talked about you the way a son talks about a sister he chose. We are trying to understand and we cannot yet. If you have a memory please keep it. We have so few of the grown man and so many of the boy.
Mike_H · Feb 17, 2001 · 10:55 PM
Mr. Reeves, if you're still checking this, there's a thread on the webring where people are sharing memories. I can print them and mail them to you if that's easier. Danny helped me build a shed in '99 and we talked the whole time about how you taught him to use a level. He told me "my dad can read a room the way some people read a book." I thought you should know that's what he said.
stargazer99 · Feb 19, 2001 · 11:17 PM
Laura. Take the site down. The memorial is enough. He would want privacy for his family now and this page is attracting the wrong kind of attention. Please consider.
kathyM · Feb 20, 2001 · 8:40 AM
s99 that is a weird thing to post. are you ok
Laura · Feb 28, 2001 · 7:02 PM
Update: I went by his apartment this weekend to pick up the camping gear he'd stored with me. The place was
already cleaned out when I got there Monday. I guess the landlord moved fast. Weird but okay.
Laura · Mar 09, 2001 · 10:40 PM
The
Wall Street Journal ran a story today that some of you will have questions about. I'm not going to answer them here. Danny asked me once, if it ever came to anything, to let the work speak and not him. So that's what I'm doing. The page stays up. If you need to reach me you know how. The number is the same as it was in Reno.
⋅ ⋅ ⋅ twenty-five years ⋅ ⋅ ⋅
m_reeves · Jun 14, 2003 · 8:11 AM
I'm writing to you as a stranger, and also a grateful one. I worked 34 years for a company in Tacoma that was part of Halcyon's pension group. I got my first recovery payment this week. I know the young man who died is the reason, and I know you made sure his work went somewhere. I just wanted to say his name to someone. Daniel Reeves. Thank you.
Elena M. · Apr 02, 2004 · 3:45 PM
Hi Laura — I'm a reporter at the
Seattle Post-Intelligencer working on a retrospective on the Halcyon collapse. I understand you knew Danny. Could we talk? I have some questions that I don't think would be answered anywhere else.
Laura · Apr 19, 2004 · 11:55 PM
To anyone reading — please don't ask me questions on this page. Someone followed a reporter home last month for the sin of writing me an email. This page is watched. If you knew him and want to say hello, say hello. If you want to investigate, please go elsewhere. He is gone and nothing I can tell you changes that.
j. takeda · Nov 28, 2009 · 1:22 AM
Mrs. — Reading the archives of the Halcyon case for a graduate paper on whistleblowers in the pre-Sarbanes era. Your friend's decision still matters. I don't have a question. I just wanted to say thank you across the years.
anon · Jul 03, 2015 · 2:58 AM
still checking in. still nothing? interesting.
Laura · Jul 03, 2015 · 11:12 AM
Nothing. Go away.
Mike_H · Feb 11, 2021 · 9:30 PM
20 years. Still watching Barry Lyndon every year on this night. Still think I hear him knock on the door at the pizza part. Love you, bud.
Mike_H · Feb 11, 2024 · 10:14 PM
Laura, I drove out to see his dad on Sunday. He's still in the house. He made me coffee like he always does, I told him stories like I always do, and at the door he said the thing he says every time — "thanks for not forgetting him." I did not know how to tell him I am not the one he should be thanking for that.
He looked smaller this time. Take care of yourself. — M.
Laura · Apr 08, 2026 · 11:48 PM · (new)
I don't know why I'm writing this here. I haven't written on this page in eleven years. I think I'm writing it here because this is the only place left where someone who knew him might still be looking.
His father is at the end of his road. The doctors said weeks, maybe less. I sat with him on Sunday and he held my hand for a while and didn't say anything and then he said "if he ever wanted to, he could." He was talking about the phone. He keeps it by the bed. He has for a long time.
I have the number. I've always had it. I have never once called it on Danny's behalf and I don't intend to start now, because that's not mine to do. But if anyone is out there who knew him the way I did — if anyone is reading this who has any reason to think a message might reach him — the rings still get me. That is all I will say in this venue.
Please don't respond to this post. You know where I am.
— L.
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