Helen Hopps

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I learned how damn nice it is to be with, listen to, talk to laugh with, hang out with, dialog with, travel with, drink with, watch with, mingle with, dine with, witness and march with Dan Leahy almost from the moment he walked into Barbara and Marc’s house in DC and...

Christen Cannon

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When my son was three years old, Dan introduced him to “Bobby Dylan,” demonstrated how to properly grind coffee by hand, and modeled unbridled confidence and zeal. I’m fairly certain some of Dan’s confidence rubbed off on this child as he exhibits a similar dogged...
Maryrose Livingston

Maryrose Livingston

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I won’t say Dan saved my life, but he MADE my life. I worked with Dan at the Labor Education & Research Center — yes, paid with money to do shit, but I was compensated so richly in other ways. Dan gave me his family; he gave me his home; he gave me...

Chad Leahy

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Shit Dan Leahy taught me. Though this may shock those who know Dan through what we call his professional life, through my early life and teen years, Dad wasn’t really one for explicit life lessons. Exceptions being the Rules, of course, and, later, once,...

Rachel Wilson

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Dan Leahy taught me what it looks like to drive fearlessly and competently through a thick blizzard of a snow storm one Thanksgiving when we made our way from Boston to Marathon, NY to visit Maryrose and Donn. It also happened to be the first time I met Bethany and...