When I became friends with my law school bestie, Brett, I didn’t know his family would basically adopt me as well. I’ve got so many memories of nights at his parents’ house, games at The Pit, dinners at Pelican. They had me over the night before I sat for the bar exam. Mike and Margo always treated me as one of their own.
Anyone who knew Mike thought he was their biggest fan, myself included. He had a gift.
In the Jewish faith, they say, “may his memory be a blessing.” Mike’s will, of that, I am certain.
Please keep the Danoff family in your prayers.
Always a Farm Kid 