I had the good fortune to grow up living next door to Don's parents, Ruth & Lester, and later Don & Irene lived in the house. Irene's son, Bill Wheeler, was my 'best friend' all through our childhood - swimming in Brouse's pond, catching crabs and tadpoles in Sinking Creek, and playing cowboys & indians in John Rimmey's fields - along with Bill's dog, Bullet. We had a wonderful childhood with lots of good memories. Don was a gentle, quiet and friendly man - much like my own Dad. We were given room to 'try our wings', but were always under the watchful and protective eyes of our parents - who kept us from 'flying too high'. I remember Don's planes in the old shed across the creek from our house, and more recently had seen him flying over my Mom's home in Colyer. I'm so sorry to learn of his passing. My condolences to Ann, Bill & the rest of Don's family. May he now 'Fly with God & the Angels'.