Today, when I was emptying the garbage can next to his computer, I found a piece of paper that had some writing on it, some numbers actually. It was the only piece of paper in there, the other stuff was pop cans & a bag from Big J's (fast food). I pulled the paper out to see if the numbers had any relevance. I opened it & it was Don's writing from Tuesday night.
Car trips have been a way of life for my vacations. Growing up we always went to new and different places, starting with Yellowstone/Tetons. Later I recall Seattle Worlds Fair, Disneyland, national parks, always a new spot. So I don't have one.When my sister Wanda passed away & we were going through her stuff, I found my writing in her drawer. I had started writing a novel as a teenager & I threw it away. Wanda had dug it out of the garbage & put it in her drawer. I threw it away again.
I don't know that Don has written his life story. If so, I don't know where to find it. Now that I have "saved" this little scrap of Don's memories, I'll throw the paper away.
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