This just in from the NYTimes.  Click here for the rest of the story.  Here’s my tribute to Don.

The title comes from the Alfred Lord Tennyson poem:

Sunset and evening star,

And one clear call for me!

And may there be no moaning of the bar,    When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,    Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep      Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,    And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,    When I embark;

For tho’ from out our bourne of Time and Place    The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face    When I have crossed the bar.

I was blessed to have met you, Don.