David Brunkow
When I was about 6 or 7, we were at grandma's (Laura's) in Onaga and Don brought his corvette around. It had no back seat but it had a little cubby between the driver and the passenger. I was small enough to fit so Don would let me crawl in there as he gave the others rides in his car. He was cooler than Fonzi to me. Every time I try to describe Don, the words good and decent come up. He truly was.