Doug was many things to many different people. Husband, father, son, soldier, brother, friend. He lived life in a big way, and always expressed his strong opinions. His presence literally filled the room wherever he went. He was an "all or nothing" kind of guy, and he either loved you or hated you. No one was ever left to wonder how he felt about them, they knew.
Born Douglas Robert Galpin, the son of Douglas Lionel Galpin and Letitia "Letty" Cuthbert, his parents divorced when he was about five. He then moved with his mother to Windsor, Ontario. About a year later, Letty married Alex "Scotty" Connell, who adopted him, changing his name to Douglas Robert Connell. The new family moved to Detroit, then later to Oak Park, and finally to Livonia.
Doug's charismatic and enterprising spirit was first revealed when he was still quite young. His family visited Florida and stayed at a hotel next to the one that had been used by The Beatles just days earlier. A young Doug seized upon this unique opportunity and gathered a bucket of sand from the beach where The Beatles had stayed. Upon his return home, he made up small packets of sand and sold them to numerous girls at his school, who were thrilled to think that this sand may have been walked on by one of the Fab Four.
Evidence of this enterprising spirit continued on into his teens with a huge daily paper route followed by a thriving lawn care and babysitting business. His babysitting customers happily paid top rates because he could keep even badly behaved children in line. He saved his money and was able to buy his first car two weeks before his sixteenth birthday. In 1972 he bought a brand new Mach I Mustang and paid cash for it.
Doug became a US Citizen when he was fifteen, and he was so very proud to be an American.
He attended Livonia Stevenson High School, graduating in 1972. His early friends will recall that he worked at Livonia Mall Cinema at that time.
After High School, he worked for Eazor Trucking and Ogden & Moffatt in Detroit, primarily loading and unloading trucks. As in all things that he applied himself to throughout his lifetime, he excelled. He could move incredibly heavy objects that others couldn't manage, and do it faster and better than most.
In 1973, he married a Canadian girl and moved back to Canada briefly, where their son was born. Soon afterward he received his draft notice and returned to the United States to answer the call. He and his wife later divorced.
Doug served his country in the US Army in Vietnam, Cambodia, Germany and Korea from 1974 to 1979. He excelled in Basic Training, and was selected for advanced courses time and time again, eventually becoming Special Forces. He was Airborne, and made 169 parachute jumps. He was also one of the team who pioneered the technique of rappelling from helicopters that is still used by the military today. He was a leader, and took special care of his men, always demanding their best effort, but never asking anything of them that he was not himself willing to do. His men respected him, as did most other people who knew him in life.
After the service, he lived briefly in Canyon Lake, Texas, then returned to the Detroit area and worked for Pacific Intermountain Express, where advancing technology allowed the company computers to estimate the amount of time it should take the average worker to load or unload a particular truck. His "load times" were always half of what the computer estimated they would be. He eventually became a driver for the same company, and excelled at that too, being able to back the tractor trailers up into tiny spots that other drivers could not manage.
Doug had a fine mind. He was one of the most intelligent people I have ever known. He was well read and always composed, and instantly knew the right way to handle any situation that he encountered. He offered his opinion and advice freely, and he was usually right. He was bigger than life, and twice as handsome.
I first met him in 1981. We lived in the same small apartment building, and at first I was a bit scared of him. One day I found some baby birds that had fallen out of their nest, and Doug happened by. I realized that he was a good man when he climbed a rickety ladder to put the birds back. We became friends. Our first date was July 1, 1982. From then on, it was "us". We married in 1985, and had 27 adventure filled years together. Doug was all things to me. Not just my husband, but also my best friend.
When my mother was very ill in 1986 and needed to have someone with her constantly, my father and I were struggling to fill the bill. Doug stepped up and took Thursdays. Every Thursday he called in sick to work, and cared for my mother all day instead. She told him just before she passed that he had gone far above and beyond the call of a son-in-law. He did that because he loved her. She loved him too.
In 1994, he joined one of the Detroit area motorcycle clubs. He had belonged to another club years earlier in Texas, and was active with ABATE of Michigan. Once again he excelled at what he applied himself to. He quickly became one of the few elite National Enforcers, a position that he held for several years. Later, he was one of the Founding Members of a new chapter, and also served as Vice President and Bar Manager. He had a knack for being in so many places at one time that his club brothers called him "Speed".
In the mischevious spirit that characterized so many events in his life, he dared his club brothers to a "Colors and Boots" run at a party one weekend. The run took place about midnight and involved each participant removing all of his clothing except for his "colors" and his boots, and riding as a pack about a mile or so toward town. The dare proved to be so popular that it was repeated annually, and the brothers who participated were then entitled to have the specially designed CB tattoo. He retired from the club in 2004.
Doug was a hard man, but a very loyal, loving and kind man too. He was always glad to help a friend, even when it meant considerable effort or discomfort on his part. He was an extremely generous guy, and was always giving something he owned to anyone who needed it. It was only stuff to him. People were what really mattered.
He was also an active member of Find-A-Grave. He enjoyed walking the cemeteries with me, and he took far better photographs than I do, so he became the photographer in our team while I did the typing. He had a great eye for lighting and composition, and many of his cemetery gate shots were accepted by the website. We enjoyed the idea of creating a permanent remembrance of each person, and we especially targeted veterans and old or abandoned cemeteries, in the hopes of capturing the inscriptions before they were too faded to read at all. It delighted him when people wrote that his photos had helped them put together clues about their ancestors. He always gave permission for his photos to be used by others in their personal genealogy.
As his last gift of generosity, his eyes were donated to the Michigan Eye Bank. He would have liked that.
Doug was cremated, as he requested. He told me that he didn't care what I did with his ashes, that he would leave that decision to me. A portion were scattered at a ceremony in Florida along with the ashes of his father Scotty. Another portion have been scattered in a private ceremony at Mt St Helens in Washington. The photo at right was taken at Mt St Helens.
I will be keeping the remainder of his ashes for now. When I pass, we will be buried together at Parkview Memorial Cemetery in Livonia, Michigan.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Travelin' Man
Up with the sun, gone with the wind
She always said I was lazy
Leavin' my home, leavin' my friends
Runnin' when things get too crazy
Out to the road, out 'neath the stars
Feelin' the breeze, passin' the cars
Women have come, women have gone
Everyone tryin' to cage me
Some were so sweet, I barely got free
Others, they only enraged me
Sometimes at night, I see their faces
I feel the traces they've left on my soul
Those are the memories that make me a wealthy soul
Those are the memories that make me a wealthy soul
~Bob Seger
Born Douglas Robert Galpin, the son of Douglas Lionel Galpin and Letitia "Letty" Cuthbert, his parents divorced when he was about five. He then moved with his mother to Windsor, Ontario. About a year later, Letty married Alex "Scotty" Connell, who adopted him, changing his name to Douglas Robert Connell. The new family moved to Detroit, then later to Oak Park, and finally to Livonia.
Doug's charismatic and enterprising spirit was first revealed when he was still quite young. His family visited Florida and stayed at a hotel next to the one that had been used by The Beatles just days earlier. A young Doug seized upon this unique opportunity and gathered a bucket of sand from the beach where The Beatles had stayed. Upon his return home, he made up small packets of sand and sold them to numerous girls at his school, who were thrilled to think that this sand may have been walked on by one of the Fab Four.
Evidence of this enterprising spirit continued on into his teens with a huge daily paper route followed by a thriving lawn care and babysitting business. His babysitting customers happily paid top rates because he could keep even badly behaved children in line. He saved his money and was able to buy his first car two weeks before his sixteenth birthday. In 1972 he bought a brand new Mach I Mustang and paid cash for it.
Doug became a US Citizen when he was fifteen, and he was so very proud to be an American.
He attended Livonia Stevenson High School, graduating in 1972. His early friends will recall that he worked at Livonia Mall Cinema at that time.
After High School, he worked for Eazor Trucking and Ogden & Moffatt in Detroit, primarily loading and unloading trucks. As in all things that he applied himself to throughout his lifetime, he excelled. He could move incredibly heavy objects that others couldn't manage, and do it faster and better than most.
In 1973, he married a Canadian girl and moved back to Canada briefly, where their son was born. Soon afterward he received his draft notice and returned to the United States to answer the call. He and his wife later divorced.
Doug served his country in the US Army in Vietnam, Cambodia, Germany and Korea from 1974 to 1979. He excelled in Basic Training, and was selected for advanced courses time and time again, eventually becoming Special Forces. He was Airborne, and made 169 parachute jumps. He was also one of the team who pioneered the technique of rappelling from helicopters that is still used by the military today. He was a leader, and took special care of his men, always demanding their best effort, but never asking anything of them that he was not himself willing to do. His men respected him, as did most other people who knew him in life.
After the service, he lived briefly in Canyon Lake, Texas, then returned to the Detroit area and worked for Pacific Intermountain Express, where advancing technology allowed the company computers to estimate the amount of time it should take the average worker to load or unload a particular truck. His "load times" were always half of what the computer estimated they would be. He eventually became a driver for the same company, and excelled at that too, being able to back the tractor trailers up into tiny spots that other drivers could not manage.
Doug had a fine mind. He was one of the most intelligent people I have ever known. He was well read and always composed, and instantly knew the right way to handle any situation that he encountered. He offered his opinion and advice freely, and he was usually right. He was bigger than life, and twice as handsome.
I first met him in 1981. We lived in the same small apartment building, and at first I was a bit scared of him. One day I found some baby birds that had fallen out of their nest, and Doug happened by. I realized that he was a good man when he climbed a rickety ladder to put the birds back. We became friends. Our first date was July 1, 1982. From then on, it was "us". We married in 1985, and had 27 adventure filled years together. Doug was all things to me. Not just my husband, but also my best friend.
When my mother was very ill in 1986 and needed to have someone with her constantly, my father and I were struggling to fill the bill. Doug stepped up and took Thursdays. Every Thursday he called in sick to work, and cared for my mother all day instead. She told him just before she passed that he had gone far above and beyond the call of a son-in-law. He did that because he loved her. She loved him too.
In 1994, he joined one of the Detroit area motorcycle clubs. He had belonged to another club years earlier in Texas, and was active with ABATE of Michigan. Once again he excelled at what he applied himself to. He quickly became one of the few elite National Enforcers, a position that he held for several years. Later, he was one of the Founding Members of a new chapter, and also served as Vice President and Bar Manager. He had a knack for being in so many places at one time that his club brothers called him "Speed".
In the mischevious spirit that characterized so many events in his life, he dared his club brothers to a "Colors and Boots" run at a party one weekend. The run took place about midnight and involved each participant removing all of his clothing except for his "colors" and his boots, and riding as a pack about a mile or so toward town. The dare proved to be so popular that it was repeated annually, and the brothers who participated were then entitled to have the specially designed CB tattoo. He retired from the club in 2004.
Doug was a hard man, but a very loyal, loving and kind man too. He was always glad to help a friend, even when it meant considerable effort or discomfort on his part. He was an extremely generous guy, and was always giving something he owned to anyone who needed it. It was only stuff to him. People were what really mattered.
He was also an active member of Find-A-Grave. He enjoyed walking the cemeteries with me, and he took far better photographs than I do, so he became the photographer in our team while I did the typing. He had a great eye for lighting and composition, and many of his cemetery gate shots were accepted by the website. We enjoyed the idea of creating a permanent remembrance of each person, and we especially targeted veterans and old or abandoned cemeteries, in the hopes of capturing the inscriptions before they were too faded to read at all. It delighted him when people wrote that his photos had helped them put together clues about their ancestors. He always gave permission for his photos to be used by others in their personal genealogy.
As his last gift of generosity, his eyes were donated to the Michigan Eye Bank. He would have liked that.
Doug was cremated, as he requested. He told me that he didn't care what I did with his ashes, that he would leave that decision to me. A portion were scattered at a ceremony in Florida along with the ashes of his father Scotty. Another portion have been scattered in a private ceremony at Mt St Helens in Washington. The photo at right was taken at Mt St Helens.
I will be keeping the remainder of his ashes for now. When I pass, we will be buried together at Parkview Memorial Cemetery in Livonia, Michigan.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Travelin' Man
Up with the sun, gone with the wind
She always said I was lazy
Leavin' my home, leavin' my friends
Runnin' when things get too crazy
Out to the road, out 'neath the stars
Feelin' the breeze, passin' the cars
Women have come, women have gone
Everyone tryin' to cage me
Some were so sweet, I barely got free
Others, they only enraged me
Sometimes at night, I see their faces
I feel the traces they've left on my soul
Those are the memories that make me a wealthy soul
Those are the memories that make me a wealthy soul
~Bob Seger
Doug was many things to many different people. Husband, father, son, soldier, brother, friend. He lived life in a big way, and always expressed his strong opinions. His presence literally filled the room wherever he went. He was an "all or nothing" kind of guy, and he either loved you or hated you. No one was ever left to wonder how he felt about them, they knew.
Born Douglas Robert Galpin, the son of Douglas Lionel Galpin and Letitia "Letty" Cuthbert, his parents divorced when he was about five. He then moved with his mother to Windsor, Ontario. About a year later, Letty married Alex "Scotty" Connell, who adopted him, changing his name to Douglas Robert Connell. The new family moved to Detroit, then later to Oak Park, and finally to Livonia.
Doug's charismatic and enterprising spirit was first revealed when he was still quite young. His family visited Florida and stayed at a hotel next to the one that had been used by The Beatles just days earlier. A young Doug seized upon this unique opportunity and gathered a bucket of sand from the beach where The Beatles had stayed. Upon his return home, he made up small packets of sand and sold them to numerous girls at his school, who were thrilled to think that this sand may have been walked on by one of the Fab Four.
Evidence of this enterprising spirit continued on into his teens with a huge daily paper route followed by a thriving lawn care and babysitting business. His babysitting customers happily paid top rates because he could keep even badly behaved children in line. He saved his money and was able to buy his first car two weeks before his sixteenth birthday. In 1972 he bought a brand new Mach I Mustang and paid cash for it.
Doug became a US Citizen when he was fifteen, and he was so very proud to be an American.
He attended Livonia Stevenson High School, graduating in 1972. His early friends will recall that he worked at Livonia Mall Cinema at that time.
After High School, he worked for Eazor Trucking and Ogden & Moffatt in Detroit, primarily loading and unloading trucks. As in all things that he applied himself to throughout his lifetime, he excelled. He could move incredibly heavy objects that others couldn't manage, and do it faster and better than most.
In 1973, he married a Canadian girl and moved back to Canada briefly, where their son was born. Soon afterward he received his draft notice and returned to the United States to answer the call. He and his wife later divorced.
Doug served his country in the US Army in Vietnam, Cambodia, Germany and Korea from 1974 to 1979. He excelled in Basic Training, and was selected for advanced courses time and time again, eventually becoming Special Forces. He was Airborne, and made 169 parachute jumps. He was also one of the team who pioneered the technique of rappelling from helicopters that is still used by the military today. He was a leader, and took special care of his men, always demanding their best effort, but never asking anything of them that he was not himself willing to do. His men respected him, as did most other people who knew him in life.
After the service, he lived briefly in Canyon Lake, Texas, then returned to the Detroit area and worked for Pacific Intermountain Express, where advancing technology allowed the company computers to estimate the amount of time it should take the average worker to load or unload a particular truck. His "load times" were always half of what the computer estimated they would be. He eventually became a driver for the same company, and excelled at that too, being able to back the tractor trailers up into tiny spots that other drivers could not manage.
Doug had a fine mind. He was one of the most intelligent people I have ever known. He was well read and always composed, and instantly knew the right way to handle any situation that he encountered. He offered his opinion and advice freely, and he was usually right. He was bigger than life, and twice as handsome.
I first met him in 1981. We lived in the same small apartment building, and at first I was a bit scared of him. One day I found some baby birds that had fallen out of their nest, and Doug happened by. I realized that he was a good man when he climbed a rickety ladder to put the birds back. We became friends. Our first date was July 1, 1982. From then on, it was "us". We married in 1985, and had 27 adventure filled years together. Doug was all things to me. Not just my husband, but also my best friend.
When my mother was very ill in 1986 and needed to have someone with her constantly, my father and I were struggling to fill the bill. Doug stepped up and took Thursdays. Every Thursday he called in sick to work, and cared for my mother all day instead. She told him just before she passed that he had gone far above and beyond the call of a son-in-law. He did that because he loved her. She loved him too.
In 1994, he joined one of the Detroit area motorcycle clubs. He had belonged to another club years earlier in Texas, and was active with ABATE of Michigan. Once again he excelled at what he applied himself to. He quickly became one of the few elite National Enforcers, a position that he held for several years. Later, he was one of the Founding Members of a new chapter, and also served as Vice President and Bar Manager. He had a knack for being in so many places at one time that his club brothers called him "Speed".
In the mischevious spirit that characterized so many events in his life, he dared his club brothers to a "Colors and Boots" run at a party one weekend. The run took place about midnight and involved each participant removing all of his clothing except for his "colors" and his boots, and riding as a pack about a mile or so toward town. The dare proved to be so popular that it was repeated annually, and the brothers who participated were then entitled to have the specially designed CB tattoo. He retired from the club in 2004.
Doug was a hard man, but a very loyal, loving and kind man too. He was always glad to help a friend, even when it meant considerable effort or discomfort on his part. He was an extremely generous guy, and was always giving something he owned to anyone who needed it. It was only stuff to him. People were what really mattered.
He was also an active member of Find-A-Grave. He enjoyed walking the cemeteries with me, and he took far better photographs than I do, so he became the photographer in our team while I did the typing. He had a great eye for lighting and composition, and many of his cemetery gate shots were accepted by the website. We enjoyed the idea of creating a permanent remembrance of each person, and we especially targeted veterans and old or abandoned cemeteries, in the hopes of capturing the inscriptions before they were too faded to read at all. It delighted him when people wrote that his photos had helped them put together clues about their ancestors. He always gave permission for his photos to be used by others in their personal genealogy.
As his last gift of generosity, his eyes were donated to the Michigan Eye Bank. He would have liked that.
Doug was cremated, as he requested. He told me that he didn't care what I did with his ashes, that he would leave that decision to me. A portion were scattered at a ceremony in Florida along with the ashes of his father Scotty. Another portion have been scattered in a private ceremony at Mt St Helens in Washington. The photo at right was taken at Mt St Helens.
I will be keeping the remainder of his ashes for now. When I pass, we will be buried together at Parkview Memorial Cemetery in Livonia, Michigan.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Travelin' Man
Up with the sun, gone with the wind
She always said I was lazy
Leavin' my home, leavin' my friends
Runnin' when things get too crazy
Out to the road, out 'neath the stars
Feelin' the breeze, passin' the cars
Women have come, women have gone
Everyone tryin' to cage me
Some were so sweet, I barely got free
Others, they only enraged me
Sometimes at night, I see their faces
I feel the traces they've left on my soul
Those are the memories that make me a wealthy soul
Those are the memories that make me a wealthy soul
~Bob Seger
Born Douglas Robert Galpin, the son of Douglas Lionel Galpin and Letitia "Letty" Cuthbert, his parents divorced when he was about five. He then moved with his mother to Windsor, Ontario. About a year later, Letty married Alex "Scotty" Connell, who adopted him, changing his name to Douglas Robert Connell. The new family moved to Detroit, then later to Oak Park, and finally to Livonia.
Doug's charismatic and enterprising spirit was first revealed when he was still quite young. His family visited Florida and stayed at a hotel next to the one that had been used by The Beatles just days earlier. A young Doug seized upon this unique opportunity and gathered a bucket of sand from the beach where The Beatles had stayed. Upon his return home, he made up small packets of sand and sold them to numerous girls at his school, who were thrilled to think that this sand may have been walked on by one of the Fab Four.
Evidence of this enterprising spirit continued on into his teens with a huge daily paper route followed by a thriving lawn care and babysitting business. His babysitting customers happily paid top rates because he could keep even badly behaved children in line. He saved his money and was able to buy his first car two weeks before his sixteenth birthday. In 1972 he bought a brand new Mach I Mustang and paid cash for it.
Doug became a US Citizen when he was fifteen, and he was so very proud to be an American.
He attended Livonia Stevenson High School, graduating in 1972. His early friends will recall that he worked at Livonia Mall Cinema at that time.
After High School, he worked for Eazor Trucking and Ogden & Moffatt in Detroit, primarily loading and unloading trucks. As in all things that he applied himself to throughout his lifetime, he excelled. He could move incredibly heavy objects that others couldn't manage, and do it faster and better than most.
In 1973, he married a Canadian girl and moved back to Canada briefly, where their son was born. Soon afterward he received his draft notice and returned to the United States to answer the call. He and his wife later divorced.
Doug served his country in the US Army in Vietnam, Cambodia, Germany and Korea from 1974 to 1979. He excelled in Basic Training, and was selected for advanced courses time and time again, eventually becoming Special Forces. He was Airborne, and made 169 parachute jumps. He was also one of the team who pioneered the technique of rappelling from helicopters that is still used by the military today. He was a leader, and took special care of his men, always demanding their best effort, but never asking anything of them that he was not himself willing to do. His men respected him, as did most other people who knew him in life.
After the service, he lived briefly in Canyon Lake, Texas, then returned to the Detroit area and worked for Pacific Intermountain Express, where advancing technology allowed the company computers to estimate the amount of time it should take the average worker to load or unload a particular truck. His "load times" were always half of what the computer estimated they would be. He eventually became a driver for the same company, and excelled at that too, being able to back the tractor trailers up into tiny spots that other drivers could not manage.
Doug had a fine mind. He was one of the most intelligent people I have ever known. He was well read and always composed, and instantly knew the right way to handle any situation that he encountered. He offered his opinion and advice freely, and he was usually right. He was bigger than life, and twice as handsome.
I first met him in 1981. We lived in the same small apartment building, and at first I was a bit scared of him. One day I found some baby birds that had fallen out of their nest, and Doug happened by. I realized that he was a good man when he climbed a rickety ladder to put the birds back. We became friends. Our first date was July 1, 1982. From then on, it was "us". We married in 1985, and had 27 adventure filled years together. Doug was all things to me. Not just my husband, but also my best friend.
When my mother was very ill in 1986 and needed to have someone with her constantly, my father and I were struggling to fill the bill. Doug stepped up and took Thursdays. Every Thursday he called in sick to work, and cared for my mother all day instead. She told him just before she passed that he had gone far above and beyond the call of a son-in-law. He did that because he loved her. She loved him too.
In 1994, he joined one of the Detroit area motorcycle clubs. He had belonged to another club years earlier in Texas, and was active with ABATE of Michigan. Once again he excelled at what he applied himself to. He quickly became one of the few elite National Enforcers, a position that he held for several years. Later, he was one of the Founding Members of a new chapter, and also served as Vice President and Bar Manager. He had a knack for being in so many places at one time that his club brothers called him "Speed".
In the mischevious spirit that characterized so many events in his life, he dared his club brothers to a "Colors and Boots" run at a party one weekend. The run took place about midnight and involved each participant removing all of his clothing except for his "colors" and his boots, and riding as a pack about a mile or so toward town. The dare proved to be so popular that it was repeated annually, and the brothers who participated were then entitled to have the specially designed CB tattoo. He retired from the club in 2004.
Doug was a hard man, but a very loyal, loving and kind man too. He was always glad to help a friend, even when it meant considerable effort or discomfort on his part. He was an extremely generous guy, and was always giving something he owned to anyone who needed it. It was only stuff to him. People were what really mattered.
He was also an active member of Find-A-Grave. He enjoyed walking the cemeteries with me, and he took far better photographs than I do, so he became the photographer in our team while I did the typing. He had a great eye for lighting and composition, and many of his cemetery gate shots were accepted by the website. We enjoyed the idea of creating a permanent remembrance of each person, and we especially targeted veterans and old or abandoned cemeteries, in the hopes of capturing the inscriptions before they were too faded to read at all. It delighted him when people wrote that his photos had helped them put together clues about their ancestors. He always gave permission for his photos to be used by others in their personal genealogy.
As his last gift of generosity, his eyes were donated to the Michigan Eye Bank. He would have liked that.
Doug was cremated, as he requested. He told me that he didn't care what I did with his ashes, that he would leave that decision to me. A portion were scattered at a ceremony in Florida along with the ashes of his father Scotty. Another portion have been scattered in a private ceremony at Mt St Helens in Washington. The photo at right was taken at Mt St Helens.
I will be keeping the remainder of his ashes for now. When I pass, we will be buried together at Parkview Memorial Cemetery in Livonia, Michigan.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Travelin' Man
Up with the sun, gone with the wind
She always said I was lazy
Leavin' my home, leavin' my friends
Runnin' when things get too crazy
Out to the road, out 'neath the stars
Feelin' the breeze, passin' the cars
Women have come, women have gone
Everyone tryin' to cage me
Some were so sweet, I barely got free
Others, they only enraged me
Sometimes at night, I see their faces
I feel the traces they've left on my soul
Those are the memories that make me a wealthy soul
Those are the memories that make me a wealthy soul
~Bob Seger
Gravesite Details
Many thanks to Doug's brother Ron for the photo of Doug with his father. Many thanks also to Nomo for the photo at Mt St Helens and everything else you did.
