Dana was never late. If he was not on time, he was early, but let me digress a bit.
Though we had known each other for some time in junior high school, it wasn’t until high school that we became friends. I would pick up Blaine and Hazel each morning before school. When Dana wrecked his old Cougar in spectacular fashion, he accepted my offer to pick him up, also. This went on for some time until he got a Volkswagen rebuilt and began driving himself again.
Dana was grateful for the rides, and we were friends from then until the day he died in September 2006.