My Daddy named me after Captain Donald Edgar Wills who was a pilot in the Royal Air Force. My Dad, Douglas Norman Foster, was an aircraft mechanic in the RAF, so I guess he was Don’s mechanic. My Dad was sent from England to Salisbury Rhodesia to fix planes, but was later recalled back to England during the Second World War.
In Canada, in 1996, I got a phone call from Donald Edgar Wills, but I wasn’t at the house when he called, so I called him back. He was somewhere in the States where he was visiting a friend. He told me that he came to see me in the hospital in Salisbury Rhodesia in 1966 when I had a cracked spine. He said he was with my Uncle Geoff Cartwright. I didn’t realize he was with my Uncle Geoff. My second name is Geoffrey, named after my Uncle. Someone had smuggled my guitar into the hospital, and I remember singing a song for them about the story in the Book of Ezekiel 37:10: “These old bones are gonna rise again.”
From about 1998 to 2003 I was doing night shift taxi driving in Welland Ontario Canada. I remember giving a ride to an old man who told me he flew planes in Africa, and one time somebody put the wrong fuel into his plane. I can’t remember all the details, but apparently it caused big trouble. The last time I saw the man he said he wanted me to give him a ride, but he was near a taxi rank. So I told him he had to go to the taxi rank, but he insisted that he wanted to come with me. I told him it was against the rules. That is the last time that I saw him.
Later on, I wondered if it was Donald Edgar Wills who was spying on me to see how I was doing.
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