I have so many great memories of Uncle Dan.  One of the earliest is how impressed young me was by his remodeling of the big house in Eastchester.  I loved all the wood trim, the baby grand piano in the family room, the gorgeous dining room, and, especially, the library.  All my life, I have held that library in my mind as a sort of ideal room.  Someday when there's time, I hope to do some remodeling myself and build a similar library in my own home. Maybe I can even get my husband to hang some of his guns in it so it will feel like Uncle Dan is there.  Another favorite memory is the gleam in my uncle's eye when we would be visiting and he would ask me if I wanted to go to Friendly's for breakfast.  I was always up for that!  He would drink coffee, and I would enjoy a huge stack of pancakes and excellent conversation.  The same gleam was in his eye when I was older and he would have a bottle of wine in one hand and a glass in the other and ask, "Niece, do you want some wine?" Those who know Dan can probably already guess that when the glass was empty, the gleam and bottle were back. There are many more treasured memories, but my favorite is the night before we were to drive back to PA to deliver me to my family after a two week visit with my New York cousins.  Aunt Donna told me Uncle Dan was in bed with a high fever, and it looked like we would have to postpone the trip.  Very early the next morning, she woke Melissa and me up and said it was time to leave.  I was shocked to see Uncle Dan glowing with health as he always was.  He told me that illness is in the mind, he put his mind over his body, and he "shook it off." That confirmed it for me, my Uncle Danny was a superhero genius that could think any problem away with the firing of a single neuron.  What better role model could a bookish niece have?  Thanks for the memories and inspiration, Daniel Viola.  Love you forever.