A person knocked on my door to tell me and a number of people have now e-mailed me about it.
Doug was I think the toughest person I ever met. He also from him I learned how small the world it. My father knew him in college and then ran into him again in the Military. My dad sent me to a sports camp in Indiana and there I met Doug. Doug taught me something that no other couch ever showed me, the illusion of speed. It was this lesson that I owe my record to, I went four years without losing a dual meet but it was not because I was any good, it was because of something I learned from Doug.
A few weeks ago a statue of Doug and Shelby Wilson was made locally. I dated Shelby's granddaughter in 1980. I ran into his son's in a small town riding motorcycles 800 miles from where I met them.
When I moved from Indiana back to Oklahoma my closest neighbor was Doug's cousin.
The funeral I am betting is going to be huge and will include a family from Iran, I think there will be more people than the town it will be in has population.