Patrolman Daniel James Clark, Sr.

Mr. Danny, it's been almost twenty-three years since you've passed. I may not have any memory of you, but the stories I hear almost every day are enough for me to know how much you meant to everyone. I'm almost twenty-five now, I still drink Coors (but I'm old enough for my own bottle; don't have to steal yours!), and I still have the zoomies. Mom still listens to "Danger Zone" and laughs about you setting the tape to play it every morning after work. G&A's baby is all grown now, about to be twenty-three and engaged. I wish you could be here for all the moments you've missed. Don't worry, Ardizone hasn't messed with any school buses lately.

Daniel Jr., if you happen to read this, my parents have some items for you that were once your father's. I want you to know what an amazing man he was and how proud he would be of you. I know you never got to physically know him, but you look and act just like him. I mean that in the best way, haha! If you'd ever like to reach out, don't hesitate.

K.S.

November 18, 2024