SkyPsycho

dave, i remember you from x-keys and a msb party. i think last time i saw you was at a party at louies cabin a long while back. doug and the gang were there too. there will be a msb party for doug this summer, probably 2 days worth....im sure all dougs friends are welcome, its what he wanted. _______________________________ HK MP5SD.........silence is golden

bsbd howard white. sorry i did not get to meet you. since i cant give you angels recipe for his "cutaway" drink, i will have one in honor of you...... _______________________________ HK MP5SD.........silence is golden

oh, im sorry about that. all the old timers are starting to disappear.......sad.... _______________________________ HK MP5SD.........silence is golden

i honestly dont think there will be any. his kids will spread his ashes in florida, he loved it down there.... he wanted tammy to have a midsummer nights ball this season with everyone there. _______________________________ HK MP5SD.........silence is golden

over the years ive met lots of jumpers. some you stay friends with and some you lose touch with. one i did stay long time good friends with, and never lost touch gave me my first shot at working at his dz. did my first demos into the fireworks on some 4th of july's with him. he could be a cranky old bastid, and id bust his balls about it. most of it was a front. now, im the type of guy that takes something and runs with it. he never heard the end of it from me the day he was climbing into the plane in front of me and i noticed he had stapled the spandex on his boc to his rig. "dont worry about it, its just got to last for this jump"...... im like, did you even unpack the main or take the damn pc out before you did that? or his old school camera helmet, which consisted of a motorcycle helmet, with what i think was a 16mm movie camera side mounted, and a huge 10 pound counter weight on the other side so he could hold his head straight. i remember going up in the loft and the line of t-10 rigs reminding me of when truman sparks slaps the rig and the dust comes off it saying "dont worry, i repack these babies every week"...... the huge blown up pic on his wall in his office with a bath tub in freefall for a commercial or something like that. (i still have to get a copy of that one) he always had an old school story to tell, most with some kind of carnage, cops, drugs, alcohol, women, nakedness, pissed off boyfriends with guns, etc...it goes on and on. he even eventually wrote a book with some of it in there. we would meet sometimes for dinner, or drinks, parties at our house or his, or sometimes just a random visit. i ended up moving out here just minutes away from his house and the dz that i first worked at. we got to see each other more, but never enough though. always plans to meet up, him or i would call each other and we would do the "yeah, i know, i was gonna call and then got busy and forgot". today i am numb writing this. after doing 4 years of almost constant chemo, every kind imaginable, longer than anyone ive ever heard of, and never really even bitching about it, he lost his battle yesterday. fly free old friend. BSBD Doug Angel. doug loved a good stiff drink....tomorrow i am stopping by to see tammy and have a few drinks with her. we are going to go through old pics. i made a couple posts with the same above on a couple facebook groups. one is oldschool skydivers, the other is skydivers who traded their parachutes for wings. please, if you knew doug, please....go there and share an old war story. he always had tons of them and his friends always had some about him.....i know i sure as hell do. _______________________________ HK MP5SD.........silence is golden

over the years ive met lots of jumpers. some you stay friends with and some you lose touch with. one i did stay long time good friends with, and never lost touch gave me my first shot at working at his dz. did my first demos into the fireworks on some 4th of july's with him. he could be a cranky old bastid, and id bust his balls about it. most of it was a front. now, im the type of guy that takes something and runs with it. he never heard the end of it from me the day he was climbing into the plane in front of me and i noticed he had stapled the spandex on his boc to his rig. "dont worry about it, its just got to last for this jump"...... im like, did you even unpack the main or take the damn pc out before you did that? or his old school camera helmet, which consisted of a motorcycle helmet, with what i think was a 16mm movie camera side mounted, and a huge 10 pound counter weight on the other side so he could hold his head straight. i remember going up in the loft and the line of t-10 rigs reminding me of when truman sparks slaps the rig and the dust comes off it saying "dont worry, i repack these babies every week"...... the huge blown up pic on his wall in his office with a bath tub in freefall for a commercial or something like that. (i still have to get a copy of that one) he always had an old school story to tell, most with some kind of carnage, cops, drugs, alcohol, women, nakedness, pissed off boyfriends with guns, etc...it goes on and on. he even eventually wrote a book with some of it in there. we would meet sometimes for dinner, or drinks, parties at our house or his, or sometimes just a random visit. i ended up moving out here just minutes away from his house and the dz that i first worked at. we got to see each other more, but never enough though. always plans to meet up, him or i would call each other and we would do the "yeah, i know, i was gonna call and then got busy and forgot". today i am numb writing this. after doing 4 years of almost constant chemo, every kind imaginable, longer than anyone ive ever heard of, and never really even bitching about it, he lost his battle yesterday. fly free old friend. BSBD Doug Angel. over the years ive met lots of jumpers. some you stay friends with and some you lose touch with. one i did stay long time good friends with, and never lost touch gave me my first shot at working at his dz. did my first demos into the fireworks on some 4th of july's with him. he could be a cranky old bastid, and id bust his balls about it. most of it was a front. now, im the type of guy that takes something and runs with it. he never heard the end of it from me the day he was climbing into the plane in front of me and i noticed he had stapled the spandex on his boc to his rig. "dont worry about it, its just got to last for this jump"...... im like, did you even unpack the main or take the damn pc out before you did that? or his old school camera helmet, which consisted of a motorcycle helmet, with what i think was a 16mm movie camera side mounted, and a huge counter weight on the other side so he could hold his head straight. i remember going up in the loft and the line of t-10 rigs reminding me of when truman sparks slaps the rig and the dust comes off it saying "dont worry, i repack these babies every week"...... the huge blown up pic on his wall in his office of a bath tub in freefall for a commercial or something like that. (i still have to get a copy of that one) he always had an old school story to tell, most with some kind of carnage, cops, drugs, alcohol, women, pissed off boyfriends with guns, etc...it goes on and on. he even eventually wrote a book with some of it in there. we would meet sometimes for dinner, or drinks, parties at our house or his, or sometimes just a random visit. i ended up moving out here just minutes away from his house and the dz that i first worked at. we got to see each other more, but never enough though. always plans to meet up, him or i would call each other and we would do the "yeah, i know, i was gonna call and then got busy and forgot". today i am numb writing this. after doing 4 years of almost constant chemo, every kind imaginable, longer than anyone ive ever heard of, and never really even bitching about it, he lost his battle at 2:28 pm on december 31st. BSBD Doug Angel. howard white, i hope you dont mind, ive seen that pic before, and some others. i am going to borrow it for a memorial page i am in the process of making for him. message me and ill pay you back for the pic use with the recipe for the cutaway......doug loved a good stiff drink....tomorrow i am stopping by to see tammy and have a few drinks with her. we are going to go through old pics. i made a couple posts with the same above on a couple facebook groups. one is oldschool skydivers, the other is skydivers who traded their parachutes for wings. please, if you knew doug, go there and share an old war story. he always had tons of them and his friends always had some about him.....i know i sure as hell do. i know im necro bumping an old thread, but i saw it on a search so i posted this here because i saw a few people who have been around him and skydive east. _______________________________ HK MP5SD.........silence is golden

my little sister, i will miss you forever.... _______________________________ HK MP5SD.........silence is golden

thanks people......just hope i get my damn freebag sometime today, im down a rig and a packer for the weekend....i could use it. _______________________________ HK MP5SD.........silence is golden

did they decide to close early for the day today? been calling for 2 hours and all i get is the main menu saying all lines busy and no extentions answer except to leave messages. i need a tracking # dammit!!!!!!!!!! _______________________________ HK MP5SD.........silence is golden

wow, thats a reply to an old post. im not usually on here much at all.theres a pic of one of the flying squirrels on my back on the first or second page of pics here.......... http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=73925245 _______________________________ HK MP5SD.........silence is golden

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would that be freaky stylie or toilet seat stylie? _______________________________ HK MP5SD.........silence is golden

only if kari is involved with the experiments on that one................. _______________________________ HK MP5SD.........silence is golden

it probably dosent hurt to be able to pee your name either............. _______________________________ HK MP5SD.........silence is golden

ok stitch ya little fucker...no autograph for you ! cmon jimbo, dont be shy, tell us all about the cameltoe........ _______________________________ HK MP5SD.........silence is golden