I only met Danny twice in my life, at the funerals of his mother, Aunt Laura, and my grandfather, Jess Sanders Jr., but I will never forget how kind and approachable he was to me. I have only heard great things about him, mostly from my dad, Don Sanders (his cousin), who was very fond of him, so I feel like I knew him better than I actually did. I’ll always be thankful to him for helping my grandmother, Margie, in her last days. The highest honor any of us can ever hope to attain is leaving a good name when we die. Danny Mistler has certainly done just that, and I have no doubt that his good example will be remembered for many years to come. I wish his family all the best.