Douglas Blues Voisard
Blues was my first real boyfriend. We met at Malibu beach in 1973. He had just moved from New Hampshire and was learning to surf. He had the most striking blue eyes and was a sweet soul and a real gentleman. My family loved him and he and my father used to fix old cars together.
I took him skiing for the first time. That was hysterical! He told me he knew how to ski, coming from New England and all, so I took him to the top of Alta, Utah. Falling off the chairlift at the top and crashing about 100 times in the first run, it became obvious that he had never before been on skis! I guess he was determined to master skiing after that so he moved to Utah to get some skills.
We drifted apart but a few years later, I ran into him on the Snowbird tram. He was wearing a world war 1 leather flying helmet that he had attached car stereo speakers over his ears, an 8 track player on his chest and what looked like a motorcycle battery to power this contraption. Classic Blues!
He had more adventures than most people will ever had. Considering that he tried to defy death on a daily basis, it's ironic that he passed from natural causes yet perfect that his last moments were spent on the top of a mountain doing what he loved. His spirit will be missed.