Don ...
... gave me the best presents I ever got. Fifty years ago, after the first night we met, the following morning, before he went off to one of his five jobs, he placed a kaleidoscope in my hand he just found in an antiques store. He wrote me a note about meeting again and drew me a handsome horse. He gave me a little wooden house. It's on my kitchen counter today. He blew up a ballon and covered it with with insulation foam, pin pricked it and voila - an orgy bowl . He gave me an 10 X 8 foot mirror off the street that almost killed us when it shattered on the marble steps up to my apartment. Death by mirror. Almost. How could I not?