Yutzy, the team’s senior member, was a sturdy and gargantuan man—an ordained Mennonite minister who’d grown up Amish and, as one colleague put it, retained the physique of “someone who spent his days pulling a plow.” Still, the colleague added, he was the opposite of intimidating: “You instantly trusted Dan,” he said; imagine “the twinkle in the eye of a guy playing Santa Claus in a mall.”
