Our little neighborhood was in mourning on Thursday night. Don Hill had died. Everyone was shocked. Everyone was sad. Many tears were shed.
Don was a fixture in our neighborhood. He was a friend to everyone. We all shared stories of the many little ways in which he had helped us over the last 17 years, since his club had opened on the corner of Spring and Greenwich.
Walking home from work every day, weather permitting, I would find Don sitting on his wooden stool outside the club, Sometimes he was eating, sometimes he was just hanging out and enjoying the day.
Don always seemed to enjoy each day. He died the way we want to — quickly, without having been sick, without a lot of suffering. He didn’t feel well on Wednesday. On Thursday he walked himself to the hospital, and he never walked out.
I hope that Don is in a better place now. So many people will miss him. I know I will. I am sending himself rock and roll, gorgeous young women (he loved women!), and lots of those Pao crab cakes that he loved so much.
Rest in peace Don.