As a brother, I sent Mike the pledge on a “special mission”.  I asked him to shadow box in front of the windows on the second floor of the student union during lunch which would be in front of 100s of fellow students and faculty. Decked out in his pledge attire of suit and tie, he seemed to relish the assignment.  A few minutes later, a bewildered and amused audience was staring up at this skinny light featherweight, in a suit, boxing the air, with theatrical gusto.  He ended the performance with a knockout punch then raised his arms as the champion.  Everyone clapped. – Eric Leiserson, Fall 1991 

My little brother Michael Callahan, nicknamed "Tank". For a guy named Tank, he was as sweet, friendly, and easy-going towards those he loved as any human could be. Tank was a salt-of-the-earth kind of guy from Sandy Creek who was fun and full of life, without ego. He had a wonderful boy-like demeanor with shared authentic upstate NY "Tankisms" that became legend. Not the kind of guy you'd expect to meet and become brothers with at a University, but thank god you did. He was real.

I recall hosting a party at our off-campus house one evening with several brothers when his pledge class also showed up. I had just made myself a big dinner, and bros were circling to steal a bite when Tank took up an intimidating bouncer/bodyguard position in front of me so I could eat in peace. You just knew, no matter who tried to get to my mashed potatoes, Tank wouldn't budge. He took loyalty seriously. Everything else came with a jovial smile and well-meaning love. – Eric Leiserson, Fall 1991

Jeremy Chatterton was more than a brother of this fraternity — for over 20 years, he was part of its foundation. Jeremy gave his time, energy, leadership, and heart to make this place and this weekend what it is today. To many of us, he was Alumni Weekend — the first to show up, the one bringing people together, and the one reminding us why coming back every year mattered.

As we celebrate 100 years, it’s impossible not to think of Jeremy and how proud he would be to see this turnout and this brotherhood still thriving. Many of us would agree: we are not here without Jeremy.

We miss him every day — but especially on the day we celebrate our 100th anniversary. – Jason Elvin, Spring 2003

Sgt. Cicora, NYSP #4470 was the lead car in the Syracuse Ride For Missing Children for a few years! Always great to see him. I overheard someone saying, “he’s getting his picture taken with a cop!” – Chris Hoffman, Spring 1986 

Life of the party. Would give the shirt off of his back to a Brother in need. Rest In Peace Sean DeMerchant. – Colin Hines, Fall 2012

Jim Devlin was a popular member of DKK in the late 70’s. Smart, athletic, popular with women and a stud on winning intramural teams for DKK. Jim was often seen with DKK brother John Malzone as they planned trips on their motorcycles or to Florida for spring break. With a degree in Business Devlin knew he would be a business owner and manage a team. Jim was the proud owner of a DHL supply chain franchise in New Jersey.

Like other DK men, Jim worked at Bucklands during the school year and was known by Greeks across the campus. When I remember Jim, I’m reminded of his Irish heritage. He fit the stereotype – like he came out of central casting; his warm hospitality; his sharp wit and the way he valued our community.

It was easy to spend time with Jim. He had charisma; he was resilient in the face of adversity and loyal to family and friends. -- Rich Collins, Fall 1974

Ben was always someone who had a story to tell, always willing to share help with anything that was needed around the house. He pledged when he was 27 coming right out of the Air Force. We miss him everyday and remember the incredible moments we had with him. 

He also brought home a used AT-4 anti-tank missile tube, painted it maroon and white and had it displayed in the house. – Tom DiRoma, Fall 2006.

Jim transferred to Oswego in the Fall of 1964 and pledged ∆K in the Spring of 1965. Jim and I met (I was in Arethusa) in the Fall of 1965. I have many memories of parties at the ∆K house on Bronson Street and frat gatherings at Bucklands and Nunzzies. We attended Jim's 40th reunion and spent time with his fellow brothers. He had hoped to attend the 60th reunion this year but, sadly passed away in February 2026. – Linda Hladun 

Steve Mills, from Burnt Hills NY. He was exceptionally tight with his pledge brothers, with whom he busted balls while also taking care of everyone. Not just a great brother but a great friend. Mills and Mike Aaron were extremely close; it would be weird to have something as monumental as the 100th anniversary of DKK with one there and the other not. – Chris Garrie, Spring 1992 

I was Ted's real big brother which made wearing the Maroon and White together that much more special. He was ride or die and the best man in my wedding. We shared many great times together, and I was so proud when he went through the DK portals like I did. I thought I'd go first but that wasn't the cards our family was dealt. I'll celebrate him in my own way at the 100th reunion but please add him to the list of solid brothers in the Omega chapter - see you on the other side kid! – James Petry, Spring 1991

Brian was our housemate on Fifth Avenue during the 1991/1992 school year.  He was from Sandy Creek and a very down-to earth, tell it like is kind of guy. While I could barely hammer a nail, he was always fixing and building things around our house, which was commonly referred to as “The Flower Shoppe” for some reason. All four of us became good friends and even traveled to Spring Break in Panama City in his Celebrity in the Spring of 1992. Unfortunately, the car broke down on the way home. However, we found our way. Wilder, as we all called him, would drive to the eastern part of Oswego daily to get a healthy lunch at Subway. He always tried to get us to eat healthy before that was really a thing! Wilder cared about others and always had our back. He is genuinely missed and I’m sure he is preaching good habits to others in the Omega Chapter of DK. RIP my friend. -- Jerry Salvage, Spring 1990

My first day at college was August 28, 1973.  As I walked up the stairs to my floor in Lonis, I heard the Allman Brothers playing in a room so before I went to my room for the first time or met my roommates, I went to the room that was the source of the Allman Brothers Brothers and Sisters. Album that was playing (yes it was on what we called “turntables”.  Alan was literally the first person I met at college.  It turned out we both had gone to Summer Jam at Watkins Glen featuring the Dead, the Band and the Allman Brothers just 30 days prior.  Alan and I pledged together in Spring 1974.  That first meeting turned in to a full circle life event attending his memorial service 51.5 years later.

We stayed in touch over the many decades through the many DKK guy trips, college reunions and whenever business brought me to NYC as I lived on the west coast for 35 years.  Alan was the one I reached out to discuss a severance package offer I had from my employer before signing.  Alan would always send to us happy birthday wishes, happy anniversary, etc.  He was also our group’s go to for more accurately recalling people and places in college as well as having an encyclopedic memory of rock and roll music trivia.  Long before Google and AI we had our own with Alan.

Alan was one of the five brothers I asked if he could help me out during my kidney donation recovery at Mount Sinai.  He even offered up staying with him and his wife Cindi as he lived within the one hour drive requirement of the hospital.  I chose to stay closer to the hospital for the two weeks and he said he would be one of my helpers in my recovery.  Unfortunately two weeks before my surgery Alan called me and said he couldn’t as he himself was in the hospital with the first of his two strokes.   A second stroke a month later proved fatal.  I visited him at the stroke center in Poughkeepsie and spent some time in his hospital room altho he was not conscious.  I reminisced with him while holding his hand in the DKK handshake about how we first met, our shared experiences, and how I was glad our paths crossed and I did this aloud.  I thought and said how ironic that the guy who was going to be one of my volunteer helpers post surgery that it was now me visiting him in the hospital less than a month after my surgery.  A childhood friend of his walked in as it was just Alan and I (and the machinery keeping him alive).  He asked me if I wanted him to take a picture.  I said ok but only of our handshake.  The following day he was taken off life support and about a week after the memorial services and burial took place in Mount Kisco. Two DKK brothers, Jimmy Bayer and Darryl Berger, were pallbearers.and dozens more brothers like myself were in attendance at the service and burial.  Despite the abysmal weather to travel in and attend the graveside service, it kept none of us away.  Brother Jim Bayer was Alan’s best man at his wedding and attended the wedding of Alan and Cindi’s daughter Hanna along with Darryl.  Alan, Darry John Malzone, and myself did our daily Wordle scores sharing and the last text we had was his Wordle score the morning of his second stroke. His daughter Hanna has now taken her dad’s place in playing Wordle. 

Hopefully Alan knows the Knicks won, now if only his beloved Jets would do the same thing.  Rest in Peace brother Alan. -- Scott Whitmore,  Spring 1974

My friend and our brother, Gary Wright, possessed a wide, unmistakable smile that reflected both confidence and an easy, happy charisma. He had a sharp, dry wit yet upbeat sense of humor that seemed to shape his outlook on life. Being around Gary, especially socially, gave you a boost.

In the mid 90's, he embodied ∆KK - jock and stud, comfortable in his own skin, he carried himself with fun confidence. One of my favorite memories comes from a party at the DKK house. I remember watching a stunning sorority sister descend the main staircase, seemingly floating down. We were all like "wow". A few steps behind her was Gary, taking it all in step by step, wearing a grin that needed no explanation.

I loved that moment because I saw a friend and brother on top of the world.  The two of us spent the next half hour laughing and joking that SUNY Oswego should simply be renamed “Gary University.” The humor wasn't rooted in ego but in the shared appreciation that this self-assured yet benevolent king was winning at life. – Eric Leiserson, Fall 1991