It is sad that so many of our classmates are not longer with us and as of today (September 2) most of them are unremembered. I don’t want Doug to be one of them.
Doug enrolled in my school in the eighth grade and we became good friends. Through high school we didn’t share many common friends, be we did share many common interests and had a great many good times together. We played organized baseball together as teen agers. We were on a bowling team. Together we built kayaks and spent many fun summer afternoons on the American River. Doug was on the football team - I’m not sure he ever played a down - but I was with him and the photographer the day he posed for one of the most dramatic and dynamic player photos in the year book. At my urging, Doug auditioned successfully for the A Capella Choir.
Doug’s father was the owner of a used car business on Broadway and it seemed he had a different car every week. Many of them were sports cars – which he tended to keep for extended periods. During our junior and senior years Doug would give me ride to school nearly every morning. He would drive up to the front entrance of the school and get out. Then I would drive his car to the parking lot. While this might seem self serving in him, I loved it because I otherwise never would have had a chance to drive such a variety of what to a teenage boy were such desirable cars - an MG TD, a Triumph TR3, a Morgan, a Corvette, and a Corvair Spyder are some that come to mind.
I gradually lost contact with Doug after high school, and sadly, the last time I saw him may have been 45 years ago. I went back to my ’62 yearbook to find what he had written. He concluded his inscription with, “This may sound corny but you are my closest friend and I appreciate your companionship.” It wasn’t corny. I am sorry he is gone.
Doug invited me to go on car "rallies" with him and I went several times. You had to drive to certain locations and be there at certain times. It was fun and very nice of him to invite me. He was friend.
Kingsley Lunden
It is sad that so many of our classmates are not longer with us and as of today (September 2) most of them are unremembered. I don’t want Doug to be one of them.
Doug enrolled in my school in the eighth grade and we became good friends. Through high school we didn’t share many common friends, be we did share many common interests and had a great many good times together. We played organized baseball together as teen agers. We were on a bowling team. Together we built kayaks and spent many fun summer afternoons on the American River. Doug was on the football team - I’m not sure he ever played a down - but I was with him and the photographer the day he posed for one of the most dramatic and dynamic player photos in the year book. At my urging, Doug auditioned successfully for the A Capella Choir.
Doug’s father was the owner of a used car business on Broadway and it seemed he had a different car every week. Many of them were sports cars – which he tended to keep for extended periods. During our junior and senior years Doug would give me ride to school nearly every morning. He would drive up to the front entrance of the school and get out. Then I would drive his car to the parking lot. While this might seem self serving in him, I loved it because I otherwise never would have had a chance to drive such a variety of what to a teenage boy were such desirable cars - an MG TD, a Triumph TR3, a Morgan, a Corvette, and a Corvair Spyder are some that come to mind.
I gradually lost contact with Doug after high school, and sadly, the last time I saw him may have been 45 years ago. I went back to my ’62 yearbook to find what he had written. He concluded his inscription with, “This may sound corny but you are my closest friend and I appreciate your companionship.” It wasn’t corny. I am sorry he is gone.
KC Lunden
William Grow
Doug invited me to go on car "rallies" with him and I went several times. You had to drive to certain locations and be there at certain times. It was fun and very nice of him to invite me. He was friend.