A Word About Dannah
My friend Dannah (Russell) Jones died this past Friday morning , after collapsing following exercise the night before. She was thirty-eight years old. I met Dannah when we were freshmen at Georgetown College in 1997. She was a self-proclaimed "military brat" lately of Dayton, Ohio. She had a spark of life, humor, and intelligence. She made some friends, but she wasn't a "joiner." If Dannah didn't like you, you'd know about it. That entire freshmen year, Dannah and her roommate Crystal hung out often with me and my roommate Charlie. We'd knock around the greater Lexington, KY area in her Hyundai Accent 2-door hatchback, Charlie and I smashed into the back seat. The first (and only) time I ever saw Titanic we went in her car. As people do, we parted ways. I decided to bury my heart in work, where it would stay for the next 15 years and Dannah apparently went to to a career at NASA and other concerns in Alabama. She loved her family