I don't know if you remember me - my name is John Roscigno. we lived across the street from you in Bayville. Danny was my best man at my wedding in 1978. We lost touch after my wife and I moved to Montreal in 1984. I was searching for Danny on line - I am so sorry for your loss, and sorry he and I lost touch over the years. He was my best friend growing up and I have never had another friend like him. I was very glad to see he had much success in his field and that he had a happy life - just too soon gone.
I met Dan Davison through his Dad, the Reverend Burton Davison who was Pastor at my Church, The Broadway Temple in Washington Heights, NYC. Being a Research Scientist myself, Dan and I had so much in common and our friendship clicked. I attended his wedding and later Dan and his bride stayed at our country home in Dingmann’s Ferry, PA for their honeymoon. I followed Dan’s brilliant career closely with awe. Somewhere, sometime I lost contact, but still followed him online and on FB. I kept thinking of Dan often, and today my memory of him took me to his Obituary page. So sad to hear that he passed. He left an indelible mark in the world of Molecular Biology and Bioinformatics. Sorry Dan that I lost touch. My prayers for Vivian and sons, Dan and Carol, Michel and Ellen and their families. Love you all. Mercy Davidson
Dan was my professor at the University of Houston, I did my M.S. in biology under him. I came to Dan's lab after being thrown out of my previous lab because my experiments didn't work (long story). I remember looking around for a new lab and I saw a poster with a bunch of math (d^2 and some applications of it, I think), I swallowed hard and figured I could learn this bioinformatics stuff if I had to. So, I knocked on Dan's office door and the office was dark only lit by the flicker of his computer monitor. He turned around, invited me in, I told him my tale of woe and he said, "OK, go down the hall and grab a desk in the other room. There is a guy in there named Manish, he'll teach you to navigate the UNIX file system. Come talk to me in a week and we'll see where we can start." And, just like that, Dan started me on my career in bioinformatics. I later learned that Dan terrified most graduate students because he was one of the very first faculty to combine computer science and molecular biology. He also terrified many of the faculty at UH, he was at once brilliant and approachable, a very rare combination. He made the hard stuff approachable, and the really hard stuff seem like you could tackle it. Over my years in Dan's lab there were several of us there, Rico, Luba, Hui, Manish, Sinclair, John, No-Sum, Joe, and Ed. We came from lots of different places, but we all had one thing in common, none of us would be where we are today had we not known Dan. When Dan left U of H we all went to lunch at the Olive Garden, we had some parting gifts for Dan, one of which was a t-shirt that everyone in the department had signed. One of the messages written on that t-shirt was in Chinese, in translation it read, "Once a teacher, forever a father." I think that sums it up pretty well.
Dan and I spent a week in Colorado together. It stands out in my memory, because it was the only time it was just me and my Uncle. Dan was busy with medical appointments most of the week, which wasn't all that fun for either of us. However, we did get to spend a night out seeing a Colorado Rockie's game at mile-high stadium. It was a lot of fun being at the game, and sharing drinks and food. Dan loved visiting places, especially state capitals (I believe?).
During my early teens and pre-teens, I was highly emotional (more so than now), and whenever I'd really lose it in reaction to some stress, my brother would counsel me "Be A Duck" ... which he'd explain meant that just as ducks secret oil onto their feathers to keep rain from soaking in and thus causing their wings to get too heavy and make them fall out of sky, so should I just let that "water" fall off my back more easily, so as not to impede my own functioning.
So in honor of my beloved brother, and his sage advice, Dan, this haiku is for you.
Oily feathers of a duck Keeps the rain from soaking in Will it stop my tears?