Understandably, there has been a lot of sadness about Daniel in the last few days, especially on friends' blogs. Here's a little nugget that brings a smile to my face every time I think of it.
For years, Daniel wanted to find a house that was as grand and lovely as the house he grew up in, in Worcester. He went to many open houses, driving Graham crazy with the search. He got very excited one day to find a reasonably-priced place advertised as having "crown molding." He made an appointment and off he went. But the place was a little less grand than he'd been hoping for. He sniffed derisively at the realtor and said "You can't possibly be serious calling this 'crown molding.' Why, I'd barely accept your calling it 'tiara molding,' but it certainly doesn't merit the name, 'crown.'" Alas, the realtor was humor-impaired, and I don't think Daniel stayed long or dealt with her again.
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