Ironically, even though I have flown all over the country trying to meet Donnie again (including Boston, Florida and California), the only time I met him was here in Houston on July 11, 1992. He was participating in a charity basketball game here (his team lost), and my friend knew someone that was staying at the same hotel Donnie was and so we went there. When Donnie walked in everybody surrounded him. Robo kept asking people to let Donnie through b/c he was tired and just wanted to go upstairs and take a shower. When I looked at him, he looked so tired that I felt horrible for keeping him from some much needed rest. Thus I tried to move out of the way, but instead I ended up getting in Donnie's way and he bumped into me. He took my right hand, smiled down at me and "I'm sorry baby". I think I mumbled that it was okay and the next thing I recall was he was at the elevator (don't even recall him walking past me!). I was now behind everyone and had to jump up and down to see over the crowd. When Donnie saw this, he laughed and got on the elevator. And that was that...haven't seen him since.