My memory of meeting the Man.
When I was a senior in high school, 1995-96, a few friends and I went and saw him speak at University of Georgia. He talked a bit, and read a bit from Last Chance to See. He was everything I expected. Funny, humble, wise. After his talk, he went off to the side and sat at a table to sign things people had brought for him to sign. I ran up and grabbed the bottle of evian or whatever brand of water he'd been drinking from that he'd left at the podium, and got him to sign it. Later that night on the way home, my friend grabbed the bottle from me and drank the last couple swallows of water that was left in the bottle. He got sick, because Doug had a cold, as he had said that night, to excuse his rough voice while he was reading. Unfortunately I lost that bottle somewhere along the way over the many many moves I've made since then. But I'll never lose the memory of that puzzled look he gave me when I handed him that bottle to sign. King among men, RIP, love you forever Doug.