Don,
Brother Rick here. I know you're lingering out there, waiting for one of your buds to catch up to you, you want to tell them about the trip, this time-travel thing, and as you liked to say when stuff looked bad, no biggee, no biggee.
Don, you were known for your big heart. For your bursts of laughter. and for those tall tales you loved to tell. Wait? They weren't tall tails? They really happened? What? You just said something. Let me get quiet so I can hear what you're saying. Who said that? I know it wasn't you, Don. Somebody up there said Rick, you should talk. You're the one with the big mouth.
Don, i'm kidding, because it all seems so unreal. You had this bounce-back way about you. It was never about you. Your stories were about others. The so many people you loved. The ones you met along the way. Like that blind saxophonist Roland Kirk. You and your buds would enter a jazz club. Roland would be blowing from two saxophones. At the same time! And he'd hear you or maybe Eddie or one your pals say something, and he say into the mic, we got friends in the house. That was you, Don. A maestro at making friends. A genius at remembering your family members. Like, okay, i'm writing this on the morning of March 17. Does that ring a bell? Eva! Mom! Green! St. Patrick. You know Pat. The Irishman who was famous for...were they snakes? Or bottles of Jameson? I forget. Only if Mom was still around...Mom, if you hear this you know I'm kidding...Mom would make us wear some green something, like maybe even a scarf, or maybe carry a big cookie with green frosting...Mom loved St. Pat's Day. And Don, you loved Mom. Dad. Your bro's and sisters. Your Kelly Ray, Rose, those two women in your life, first Kath, then Susan...loved them at different times...but still love them...still love us all...Don, you're still out there as far as I'm concerned. Big Brother Rick