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?

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