Lee Gaston
Dan Herrbach and I became friends at the age of 3 years old when his family moved in across the street from mine. There were countless hours of "busy street", backyard games, hikes up to "the swamp" and the "bush caves" in the foothills north of our homes, and who knows how many miles traversed as we walked--and later drove--to schools together at Golden Valley and Cajon. We had an informal lawn service while in high school which gave us cash for gas as we drove our Dad's cars for aimless cruising or the occasional date when we could find a girl to go out with. Most of all I remember Dan's sense of humor...we laughed a LOT, at ourselves and the foibles of the humans around us. I tagged along on some of Dan's rock band's gigs a few times when home from college. We stayed in touch over the years after I moved away from California. Dan shared some of his fiction writing with me as his vivid imagination led him to write a few novel length stories. Dan was rightly proud of the work he did for the state college. Most of all, he was a dedicated father to his son Jonathan. I will miss the occasional calls we had in the later years, and most all the reminiscing we did about all the fun we had as boys and young men together. RIP, Danny!