When Doug had the deli, it was directly across the street from our lawnmower shop. Most mornings I could be found grabbing a Doug-made mocha and chatting him up before going back to work. That big earthquake we had many years ago? I was there (oh geez, I think Doug still owned it then???) and was looking around to see who was shaking their leg really hard. I screamed "earthquake!" and ran outside.

I learned how to make better omelettes by watching Doug, and he made the best ranch/parmesan red potato salad ever! So many memories, but they've all faded into water color from that time in my life. But his voice hollering 'Hey Drea! What can I get for you today?' will always be with me. He told me in September he was coming to Kitsap to visit and I was hoping he'd stop in to say hi at my work. I'm so sorry for your loss, family. Doug definitely left his mark on this earth! With lots of full bellies too!