Uncle Doug

One of the memories I have of Uncle Doug is when we lived with him for a couple months when we first moved to Arizona. I had unpacked one of my boys' toys which was a remote control car. I felt bad for Mikey that his remote control car was no longer working. When Uncle Doug saw Mikey fiddling with it he asked what happened. I told him we were going to have to toss it in the trash because it no longer worked. Uncle Doug took it outside and I figured he was taking it to the trash can. Little did I know he was taking it to his "shop" in the garage. About 15 minutes later the remote control car comes zooming through the house. I soon learned that nothing was relegated to the trash while Uncle Doug was around. He saved many a toy and many little broken hearts.