David Alpern
So first I met Don, at tennis in Sag Harbor of course, immediately after which he said he had to go to bagpipe practice and maybe I'd like to spend some time with his wife.
Both were "love matches," one humiliating, the other everlasting.
All the shared music - from Nancy Lamott CDs to Shirley's Manhattan cabaret debut at the now gone Danny's Skylight Room with pianist David Lahm (who discovered her at our Christmas singalong).
And who could forget Shirley serenading at our Oak Room wedding with a full cast (plaster, on her busted arm), baby-sitting our not baby grand piano (old upright) in Sag, and staying at our refurbished city apartment even before we first got there -- so Don could attend the U.S. Open?
Her voice, her vim, her kindness, wisdom and joy will all be so missed by so many. To misquote: Her song is ended but the memories linger on.
David Alpern