Good news, finally got to talk to Don for first time this week. He called me about 10 times in a row, but every time I picked it up there was no one there. It went to my voicemail but it was just just his voicemail recording saying it was full. I kept calling back but he didn't pick up: he might have had his flip-phone open. Then he texted me some shortcut preloaded phrases like 'Be there soon' and 'Call you right back' and rang a few more times. I persevered & with help of staff I finally got to talk to him.
Don sounded a little slurred and rapid at first, but told me about an old friend of his from Columbia University visiting him. He told me a number of random anecdotes from college.
Then as he spoke his focus improved and he told me he received cards from Carol, Cris (Hunter) and Ally. He remembered some details like that Cris lives in Tennessee.
I asked if he had a reply for his friends, and Don said everybody "said too many nice things about me". But I could tell he was pleased, and the cards had really given him a lift.
Don is working on being able to read the cards himself, so everybody's efforts to print large and legibly are having a good effect! now that he knows what they say, when he tries to read them it will be easier for him to make the connections in his head that will help him to read on his own.
I told him more cards are coming and he's looking forward to them.
(I'm so relieved the zip code error didn't prevent him from getting his mail, I've been so worried about that! God bless the US postal workers that hand-corrected the zipcodes and delivered the cards.)
Don asked what the news is on Casebook. (If anybody has news please send it to him.) I told him I've been working so didn't know all the news, but told him the news I do know is that everybody misses him and needs him to get back to writing and publishing.
Then Don suddenly said very clearly, "I bet they're waiting for cctv of Aaron Kominsky in Mitre Square!" I almost fell out of my chair. That was sure unexpected.

He got a little fuzzy again and asked me numerous times in rapid succession how I am, how's my wrist, how's my health, but asked the next question before I could answer, so I just waited for him to zero in on a subject.
He asked about Jane Coram, and suddenly told me clear as a bell "I'm writing the forward to her next book in my head." (!!!)
Then he wandered a little and talked again about his college days at Columbia in NY.
Suddenly he told me somebody's "nephew is studying Graphic Design." I said ''Oh yeah?" He said, "Yeah. I'm gonna ask him to do the layout for the next magazine". So he's already planning his next Ripper publication! Wow!
Don said, "How are you doing Bunny? I worry about you. How's your neck?... Take care of yourself...Don't overdo it." I told him I'm doing pretty well, and I worry about him. I suggested we make a deal, that he will work at eating, doing his exercises and getting stronger, and I promised I'd eat, keep my weight up, and "not overdo it" working. Then we sealed the agreement in a handshake over the phone. I said, "OK, it's a deal then; we shook on it." He said "OK, it's a deal." Hopefully he will really try to eat.
After that he was pretty tired, so I asked him what message I should post for his friends, and he said, "Tell them thank you."
Don has a long road ahead. Please keep the thoughts, prayers & cards coming.
Thanks everyone,
Archaic
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