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Homenajes
Comparte un recuerdo favorito, envía condolencias y honra la vida de Doug con un mensaje sincero.
Connie Hallam
I'll always remember Doug's impressive intelligence, keen wit, and compassion. He was very kind to me, his stepmother.
Barbara Hallam
One cold Christmas day Doug said let's go canoeing. So we put the canoe in the Rondout Creek. There was so much ice that I needed to crack it with my paddle to proceed. It was fun.
Douglas Hallam
It was 1975, I had bought Doug's dad car, a 1967 Chey Biscayne, 3-speed manual transmission. At 16, I only had a learners' permit. Doug at 15 had nothing just his laugh-which I always enjoyed and truly miss. We drove to Poughkeepsie to see this cat from Asbury Park NJ, debut a new album ‘Born to Run'. We brought beer, Doug stuck a quart bottle of Colt 44 in his pant leg and somehow entered without showing a stiff leg. Doug always had an indiscreet way to solve a problem. The Poughkeepsie Civic Center was almost at capacity and we had centered seats in the 8th row. Although we were not huge Springsteen fans, this was an incredible show that seemed to never end, after all it was the Boss. Doug's singing during our return trip in the car was simply awful- but who cared we were electrified. We didn't get home to about 1 am. Doug was able to sneak home without any notice. Barbara his mom was always pretty cool, and Ken his Dad often was out to lunch (sorry Steve). Unfortunately, my outcome was different. My mother had no interest in what she referred to as Bruce String Bean's performance and I was grounded. When hearing her misname the Boss, I explained that Bruce was initially from the Captain Kangaroo Show - in an attempt to receive some leniency. It didn't work and Doug laughed for days when he recounted my feeble strategy. Doug, I will always think of you when I hear Bruce String Bean's Born to Run. Doug - my brother, I will miss you dearly. Love, -Michael
Steve Hallam

Douglas Hallam
It was Christmas Break, home from College - As usual my first call was to Doug. We headed to the Eggs' Nest in Stone Ridge, my brother Sal came along. After many beers, it was off to High Falls the site of an old hdroelectric plant. Doug and I disregarded the 'Do Not Enter' sign and climbed the fence and made our way over to the dilapidated building. My brother Sal respected "New York State's Tresspass Laws" and ocassionally screamed for us to return; several timess with threats to report my actions to our mother. Doug and I laughed and discussed the punishment for such malfeasance. No roof allowed the moonlight to be spectacular against the old plaster patched walls. I remember hearing Doug's warning to avoid dark areas on the floor - not known for my footing it was too late. Down the hydrogenerator shaft I fell, luckily hitting the workers' platform - the other side of the shaft would have had deadly consequences. I recall Doug and my brother shouting Michael, and had no idea who Michael was. My shirt was saturated as it rubbed against my torso in my climb up the workers ladder. Doug quickly grabbed hold of my soaked shirt and rushed me to his car. My brother Sal left by foot (running) to report this incident to the homefront. Doug was always calm and level headed during emergency situations, defintitely the right friend to have for such an occasion. After wrapping my head with a towel that he pulled from his trunk, we began our journey to Kingston Hospital. Doug informed me of my brother's departure, but I had no idea who Sal was, nor did I know who Doug was. Doug assumed amnesia and spoke with sincerity and niceness - I was impressed with his thoughtulness with what seemed like meeting him for the first time. A dozen stitches in the back of my head with overnight observation was a hopsital must. My memory started to reemerge, when the nurse informed me that my mother would not be coming to the hospital, I recalled Sal's threats. My punihment had begun. Fortunately, it was Doug (my borther) that assumed my needed caretaker responsibility. Doug stayed with me most of the night, assisting hospital staff in keeping me awake with stories from the past (some of which I heard for the first time).
Steve Hallam
Years ago I remember the two Hallam brothers (Doug & Steve) and the two Forlini brothers (Mike & Sal) sledding down the unplowed, back half of Duck Pond Road after an ice storm. Must have been near quarter mile ride, all hill. Like with biking Doug loved sledding. I remember not wanting to go with him one day because it was too cold. Wish now I could go back and go sledding with my brother.
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