He could do these pitch-perfect character voices, and in that way, he was charismatic and appealing to children. One evening, when I was six, he offered to babysit me and my older sister at his house.īefore bedtime, Uncle Doug told us both a bedtime story about a werewolf who howled at the moon in the bitter cold of winter on top of a snowy hill, just like the hill outside the window over the sink in Uncle Doug’s kitchen. Uncle “Doug” was an old friend of my parents he visited our family often and occasionally joined us for holidays.
