I knew Donald because he was a charter member of BETA FISHA HOOKA, the unofficial, unrecognized fishing fraternity of Redford High. We were only nine members strong and each of us had a title. There was "big fish," the president; "vice fish," the vice president (I don't know why we didn't call it "little fish." The "bait box" was the treasurer.
Other titles, I forgot their functions, if there were any, were "de-liar," "sergeant at worms," "fish warden," "stringer," "flat fish," and Don was the "gaff hook." Again, I forget what, if anything, that job was.
Thing that I remember about Don was that at the Jack and Jill Ranch he was trolling while pedaling a paddle boat and caught a nice bass! All the pro bass fishermen sneak into a spot and quietly lob their lure. Not Don, he just noisily paddled along and got one. I was impressed.
Don was a real nice guy. I lost touch with him after graduation, but I am glad that I knew him.