People throw around the term "one of a kind" often, but when it comes to Steve Dantzker, the phrase truly does apply. Steve was one-of-a-kind because he combined two traits rarely seen together: he both walked to the beat of his own drum and was a warm and witty people-person.
On the one had, Steve was a man unto himself--I have a vivid picture in my mind of Steve patrolling the Dantzker residence in his mid-day uniform of New Balances, crew socks, a green North Face jacket, and yellow headphones, immersed in his book-on-tape and undisturbed by the cacophony of high school boys hollering around him. On the other hand, amongst our friends' dads, there was not a man more well-known for telling awe-inspiring stories of escapades past or engaging in witty banter on the hot issues of the day (not to mention his selfless devotion to shuttling us from one sporting event to the next).
Steve--thanks fo the hundreds of sodas I drank from your downstairs fridge, the countless wheels of brie I ate from the upstairs one, the many Zachary's dinners, for telling me "Congrats on getting into Harvard, but please dont' become a prick," and most importantly, for being the dad all of us considered a friend.
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