Don is a warm hearted, caring person, still in awe of the universe and the world and people that surround him.
I can only admire someone so unjaded and I'm very proud and happy to have his friendship.

In an age of media which dwells on celebrity and rumour, Don has single handedly created a news paper which defines the very term ‘investigative journalism.’ I have seen no more fair and balanced reporting than that presented in The Bulletin. Don’s uncanny abilities of observation and disguise are amazing and truly to be envied. There are times when Don has gone so deep undercover to get a story that I doubt if he has even been seen by himself, let alone anyone else. I know of only a single instance, when Don was caught making his careful observations, but his quick thinking and taking the unassuming action of “umm....sorry” enable him to extricate himself from quite a sticky situation without suspicion and without incident.

As I see it, Don’s publication is truly the last bastion of truly free speech and thought. It is a publication written for and by the intelligentsia. What’s more, unlike most publications, the Bulletin is worth the very paper its printed on. It is a tribute to Don himself that he has seen the growth of the Bulletin from its infancy through puberty and into maturity to create a periodical without rival. It is no small claim to say that the New York Times, the Boston Herald, and the Times of London are nothing like the Bulletin and I’m sure these other publications look on the Bulletin with envy. I am truly honored that Don has seen fit to publish the scrigblings of this cub reporter.

Donnie is fantastico.

A fellow Cuthy and workaholic, I love him dearly.
He is a great man, with a terrific sense of humor, and one of the kindest people on the earth. His writings, as he is a newsboy, reflect his pesonality and are quite humorous.

His wifey and him are two swell little cluckers, good ducks, tasty entrees for one's large appetite. They are to faire what flamingos, wearing swade rainbows, and platform shoes, dancing on ice are to the stars in the blue, pink, green, and yellow day grass. Dorthy never met such splendid folks.

Although he does provide me with numerous DISHWASHING FLASHBACKS!!