Doug lived in Hawkeye and it seemed that during the Summer I spent almost as much time with Doug as I did my own brothers. He was regularly staying at our house, and for some reason loved it! Why it is hard to understand why he loved it was simple - he always seemed to be getting injured.
Every scar on Doug's body probably had something to do with a stay at the Baldwins. So much so, that I can't even begin to recount the stories where Doug let blood in joining my brothers and me. Of all the stories I could tell, the one that sticks out most in my mind was a casual game of catch in the yard with a baseball. Doug, not known for his fielding skills, decided to catch a nose high throw with the open side of his glove pointed toward the sky. Well as any little leaguer knows, the result of that action was a direct hit on Doug's nose. Doug is a prolific bleeder, and he donated about 2 pints to Dad's yard that day.
But Doug was always a trooper about his injuries, and always seemed willing to come back for more. I can recall numerous skinned knees, bloody noses, poison ivy, bug bites, and lots of bruises. I love that about Doug. Always game for a challenge.
Well, given the upcoming 4th of July wiffle ball game with the rest of us cousins it will be GAME ON!
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