God be with your family who remain. You were a great business acquaintance. I am grateful that I had a chance to speak to you last month about that underground pipe contract bid. You shared your wisdom. I will
miss you after many years of knowing you. Thanks for sharing the article on your condition.
Doug was a great friend and sailing buddy. His enthusiasm for life touched me and many others, I am sure. He lives on in our hearts.
I hope some superlatives would be okay. Grace, kindness, friendship, brilliance. Positive, purposeful, unique, indefatigable. His son, David, my nephew, chose the best of words--a warrior. During his beautiful memorial at the Self Realization Fellowship, I learned that his bravery was yet another layer of his faith.
I got to know Doug in the early 1970s, in the time of our college years. I often bounced technical questions off of him. One day, I showed him some plans I'd drafted up for a new musical instrument, a sort-of Hawaiian guitar that would be played like a harpsichord. He looked at my design for no more than a minute, then brilliantly explained how the plectra could be reshaped to allow more efficient playing and, at the same time, ingeniously improve the coefficient of friction between the plectra and the strings. His engineering genius didn't surprise me--around that time he worked as a chemist at a big company in San Marcos, not long out of Harvard. He stuffed the company suggestion box with one solid idea after another, such that he won most of the free dinners and weekend trips.
I admired him for his knowledge of the marine environment. One of the reasons I obtained a scuba certification was to be able to join him sometime on an abalone hunting trip, back when it was legal. I was never able to team up with him for that, but I did make it to two of his abalone parties! He was not only an agile diver, he also knew how to prepare the abalone he caught like a chef. His yachtsman side I experienced firsthand. When he was president of the Sierra Singles Club, he invited me out to sail in San Diego Bay with his group. He chartered a respectable fifty footer, and on the leg home he sailed into the inlet adjacent to the Harborside Restaurant. The waiters and customers looked in astonishment as our boat approached the dock. Doug had a grin on his face a mile wide as he turned about at a steepening angle, expending the boat's energy. The wake splashed all around but we gently touched against the fenders. I stepped off, pretending it was nothing but admittedly shaking a little. No one there had ever seen a sailor do that with such skill.
Doug was a wonderful family man and the most enduring friend to his friends, of which there were many. I wish the very most of wholeness for Maria, his children and large surrounding family… the sea breeze flowing through his home is the same wind that filled his sails. It brings the rain, and carries the rain away.
Rest in light, you, who were true as the compass.
I knew Doug for probably 3+ decades, initially as we were both active outdoors types and Sierra Club members. We've had some communication over the years, about business, my outdoors writing, social updates, etc. I was saddened to hear of his departure, tho he'd let me know that he was ill. My best wishes to Maria and the family.