A group of crows in called a murder. A group of pheasants is called a bouquet. And a group of flamingos is called a flamboyance, which is strangely befitting because everyone else I know who lives in the cult of flamingo has been at least a little eccentric. Go figure. But perhaps none of us are so flamboyant as the creator of America’s favorite flamboyance, Don Featherstone. In addition to inventing the original pink plastic lawn flamingo, Don was a talented artist, industrial production designer, and general badass in the wardrobe department.
And while I have long admired Don for his innovation and a life well-lived, my biggest shout out goes to him as a husband who liked to dress up in matching outfits with his wife.
Sadly, Don died yesterday, leaving his wife, his family, his friends, and millions of now-fatherless plastic lawn flamingos behind. Can the rest of us in the flamboyance carry on the tradition in his absence? I don’t know, but I’m going to do my part to pick up the slack.