He gave a helping hand any time it was needed and looked for ways to reach out to people. We were his neighbors for a few years. He was quick to give a “howdy” and wave. One fall, Mr. Donny came over and cut up our leaves; he was one of the best neighbors anyone could ask for! You knew when it was a nice day outside, because you’d hear his motorcycle engine start up. You are missed, Mr. Donny!