Daniel Lawrence Davis, better known as Mook or Mookie, lived a life of kindness, optimism, fun, friendship, and love. Born May 7, 1958, Mook grew up in North Adams, Massachusetts. He graduated from Drury High School in 1976 and moved to Boston to attend Boston University, where he lived a 9-minute walk away from Fenway Park. He felt this was important because he had no interest in and thus never obtained a license to drive. He graduated in 1980 with a Bachelor’s degree in broadcast journalism. After trying his hand at various jobs, he enjoyed a long career with AIT Worldwide Logistics in East Boston, where he was often heard to say, “Gotta go move the freight.” Mook passed away on August 17, 2017, predeceased by his father, William Davis. He is survived by his mother Evelyn Gardzina Davis, his sister Victoria Davis Farrell, brother-in-law Michael Farrell, niece Colleen Garrett and her husband Jake, uncles John Gardzina, Stanley Gardzina and his wife Nancy, and aunt Emily Harrington. He is survived by many cousins, including Becky Gardzina McAdoo, to whom he introduced her now-husband, Steve, while attending a Red Sox game. He is also survived by friends too numerous to name or count.Mook’s death was unexpected and untimely. To say that Mook will be missed is an understatement. Mook lived life on his terms, and he always made room in his life to welcome in old friends and new, even fans of the Evil Empire. The beauty of Mook was it made no difference what age, shape, size, color or interest a person had. He would always find a way to connect. Mook had a huge heart and loved his family, friends, the Red Sox, the Patriots and all other Boston sports teams, including Boston University hockey. October 27, 2004, when the Red Sox officially ended the curse of the Bambino, was the happiest day of his life. He was a regular at and loved T’s Pub. It was close to home and on the Green Line (remember, no license). It is where he gathered with friends to share stories, celebrate birthdays, and to just be himself. Many people went to T’s often just to see Mook. He spent many a Sunday there watching the Patriots, and he was a diehard fan long before the five championship seasons.
Mook made the world more bright, more positive. He made the world MORE. Rest in peace, Mook; you will be greatly missed. A celebration of all things Mook will be held at T’s Pub on September 10, from 10:30 a.m. to 12:30 p.m. Anyone wishing to do so may make a donation to the Dana-Farber Cancer Institute in Mook’s memory at P. O. Box 849168, Boston, MA 02284 or via www.jimmyfund.org/gift.