About Us "The only way to get
a good crew is to marry one." -Eric Hiscock
Greetings and welcome. I am an Oracle Database Administrator,
my wife Kay is a freelance
nonfiction writer and we are both now also boat builders. You can
Kay's books on the
Books and Stories page.
Chinese Junk is one of the worlds most successful
sailing vessels. If it's good enough for Marco Polo,
it's good enough for us.
Kay's calf, "He is my sail" and
Doug's forearm, "She is my rudder".
Our first sail together in 1979.
Kay and I built our current house and
shop specifically for
completing the submarine and then
building a big sailboat that we will use
for charter, diving, search and recovery, salvage, and general
2128 E. Ute St. Tulsa OK 74110
We have been married over 30 years, and the "till death do us
part" portion of our vows means something to us. We actively focus
on improving our marriage, we change ourselves, we use marriage
counselors, we do what it takes to enjoy being married not just staying
married. Given the divorce rate in our society, the rings and the
vows just don't say what they once said. But putting it on
your arm; now that makes it clear that you have made a commitment.
Live a life of commitment and it means even more.
"He is my sail." - The ambition, the drive, and the motivation to
move forward even into a storm, but not the steady or thoughtfully
chosen path, so "She is my rudder".
And yes, we are fully aware of the moral stigmas regarding
tattoos. We obviously think otherwise and suggest you consider
"Of all tyrannies, a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of
its victims may be the most oppressive. It would be better to live
robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The
robber baron's cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some
point be satiated; but those who torment us for our own good will
torment us without end for they do so with the approval of their own
Some 30 years ago, Kay and I were on our honeymoon, camping on
the shore of Inks lake in Texas. The tent door was only five feet
from the lake and we laid in bed enjoying a gentle breeze and
listening to the waves lap at the shore. It was one of those perfect
moments when you're enjoying life and looking forward to sharing it
forever with the person beside you. All it needed was a song. And
what do you know, as some ducks leisurely passed by, from far across
the lake, Christopher Cross's "Sailing" fills the air. We looked out
over the lake to see a dozen sailboats on water, lazily making
tacks. A summer camp was serenading us over their loud speaker
system, and providing us with what we now call, our song. It was a
beautiful moment. Then someone screwed it up with: "BOAT SIX, PUT YOUR
KEEL DOWN!". :) But it's still our song.