MY DAY: Meet my new men’s apparel line, “Shorts via Don”

One week ago tomorrow, a wonderful human being slipped away quietly, leaving a huge void.

I really didn’t get to see Don much, these past few years, except at holiday or family gatherings but there was never a beat skipped in our friendship and laughter.

Who was Don Parker?

Don Parker

I first met Don as Mama Kay’s son-in-law, the husband of her daughter, Laura, who is exactly three months older than me… to the day.

From 2004 on, I saw The Parkers at all the gatherings Mama Kay hosted. Don was always the additional host of hosts: he loved people and was a magnet for sharing laughter and feeling welcomed.

When the economy tanked, Don, Laura, and two of their children, Jozi (daughter) and Kelley (son), moved in with Mama Kay. Katrina was older and living on her own, but Jozi and Kelley were the same ages as Jose and Quintin, making for an additional connection.

Had Don and I lived earlier Lucy and Ethel, Laurel and Hardy, Abbott and Costello, Martin and Lewis, and so many others would have had even funnier sitcoms had Don and I been to he writers. Most of the hilarity and highjenks would have been from first hand experiences.

Several times, Don passed on shorts that he no longer wanted and they always seemed to fit me. The first time I’d wear them, I’d shout through the fence, “Hey, Don, I’m in your pants.”

I wish I had the time to list all the fun stories I shared with Don throughout the years, especially when he lived directly next door. He and I both challenged the other for King of PJs, practical jokes. Some things were not intended as PJs but ended up being so.

Last Tuesday evening, I received word that Don saluted the world one final time as he accepted new orders following one of the most spirited battles against esophageal cancer.

Tonight, I’m wearing a new, but used, pair of shorts, formerly worn by Don Parker.

The Don Parker Apparel Line.

It’s funny that we had much the same taste in summer shorts we both wore year round. But, what’s nicer is that I don’t have any of those damn Goodwill Store plastic barbs to cut out before they scratch me.

As I posted last week after you took off…

Thank you for laughing with me…

Thank you for laughing at me…

Thank you for keeping me laughing with your stories…

Thank you for not trying to convince me 10 Wilmington Place was a historical bed and breakfast I should check in to…

Thank you for being such a wonderful neighbor…

Thank you for being my bonus brother-in-law…

Take a bow, Don, you were amazing…

About Wright Flyer Guy

Darin is a single adoptive father, a teacher, playwright, and musical theatre director from Kettering, Ohio.
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