Had a dream the other night. Don't really remember too much about it, except that my dad (who passed in '88) and Don were both in it. And both were driving Fieros.
Don't remember too much about it, except that Don was getting ready for a show, or something, but had to store his car for a short time, in a sort of mini-warehouse thing. It was much the same as it ever was, except that it had brown leather upholstery and T-tops.
Don was his usual hyper/industrious self. Bouncing off the walls and getting stuff done, in short order.
I told my wife about it, and she said that it may have been Don letting me know that he was "ok".
Whether you buy into that, or not, I found the whole dream sort of comforting. even before she said that. Hard to explain.