In 1970, Danny Walton came to see me in the hospital when I was injured. He really made a difference, and I idolized him. In the early 1990s I had a chance to talk to him when he showed up for an Old Timers' game - and we became great friends. More than friends - he called me "Little Brother." I'm heartbroken. I know he only played for them for a year and a half, but he'll always be one of the original Brewers, and I hope he's remembered. Rest in peace, Danny. You were a good man.