Tuesday, March 24, 2020
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A great man, a good friend, a well traveled life.
These are the points I remember when I think of Donald.
Every time I pass through Dade City, I remember that a good friend was once the mayor here.
Every time I see the intersection of Ridge and Little Roads, I think of a good friend that told me that he used to sit at this intersection as a motorcycle cop. Back then, there were only orange groves and a dusty dirt road to take in as a view.
Every time I see the famous pro golfers Bernhard Langer or Tom Watson, I remember the smile on Donald's face as I took a picture of them posing together. My friend was so exited that he ran back the next day to have the pictures signed.
Every time I visit the Copperhead Golf Course, I remember the antics and joking around that Donald instigated.
Every time I see Bayonet Point Hospital, I am reminded that my friend diagnosed my problem in seconds, while others were still guessing.
Every time I see beautiful calligraphic handwriting, I am reminded of my friend. It is difficult to throw away the "Thank You" notes as they were written so eloquently.
My friend had a full life. I will always miss him.
Doug Baker
