In the early 1980’s I had lost my top secret job in aerospace and was rescued by my high school buddy Donny Laing. He brought me up from LA to San Luis Obispo and we had quite an adventure.
He died in an auto accident in 1984; my dear friend Naomi informed me of the event, and I remember every moment to this day.
My mom, back in Sheboygan, reached out to Donny’s mom at his funeral. Don’s mom hoped it wasn’t an alcohol related death. It was, but Donny was not driving.
Years ago I started to tell the story as I remember. I never finished it – what’s the point, it ended tragically!
Well there is a point, as Donny was larger than life and died too soon. I seem to be the only one remaining to tell the story. So I will.
