Everything Don did, he did with the care and consideration of a craftsman. Whether it was helping his community, creating just the right look and feel on stage, or the meticulous artisanship of the designs and woodwork for his home, Don filled the world with his love. I have fond memories from about 50 years ago of all of us spending summer evenings at the Murray house on the other side of the hill from us, with Don trying to reign in the kid raucousness (six of us counting our three), firmly, but always with a twinkle in his eye. There was often music and sometimes informal kid theater, lots of mosquito bites and laughter. I hardly ever think of Don without Miki, or Miki without Don. They appeared to me as a unit. When Don built the beautiful house on the Maine coast, their dream house, really, I recall the awe I felt and was surprised that he was not more prideful. He loved wood, he loved Maine, and he loved Miki, and all of it was there in that lovely home. It is not always that a child feels a friendship with her parents' friends. But so it was with Don who, with Miki, never missed acknowledging a holiday or a family transition, and kept their home open to me for my whole life. I miss him already, and the way he loved the world. Sending you many hugs and hearts full of love. Maggie