We loved our father for years and years
He is gone now and all we have are memories and tears
We miss his love, laughter, and voice
We are all alone, we go on, we have no choice
—Adapted from the poem “Alone Now” by Barbara Margerum
Our father was an engineer to his core; he would graph years of lap times of his three children as we competed in our backyard pool at our Woodland Hills home; he kept decades of his gin rummy scores with our mother; Excel allowed him to easily keep track of his miles per gallon; and he was able to meticulously track his favorite subjects: fracking and alternative energy.
Don was deeply interested in lifelong learning, politics at every level, and in the well-being of the Santa Barbara and Montecito communities. He spent hours with colleagues trying to get the utilities undergrounded in Montecito and was deeply disappointed that this important safety and beautification effort was not realized in his lifetime.
