Douglas Brooks Hartman

October 1, 1959November 11, 2020

Douglas Brooks Hartman, age 61, of Pompano Beach, Florida passed away on Wednesday, November 11, 2020. Douglas was born October 1, 1959.

Funeral arrangements are under the direction of Forest Lawn Funeral Home and Memorial Gardens South in Davie, Florida.

Douglas will be dearly missed.

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David Johannes

November 24, 2020

seeing the Blues Brothers movie; feeding sessions with Buford, his Painted Tegue (sp?) lizard; and of course, our infamous outing to the Lynyrd Skynyrd concert at Irvine Meadows (see Wes’s pictures).

Doug always was an adventuresome character and a buoyant spirit. He will be greatly missed by those of us that are still earthbound. Rest in peace my friend.

David Johannes

I had an opportunity to meet David’s friend Doug during a recent Zoom meeting. I instantly recognized his gentle and kind spirit. I know as many who know our Lord I will one day see him again in heaven. So my dear Doug, I can’t wait for a big hug in our new home.

Laurey Johannes

Laurey Johannes

November 24, 2020

with the Air Force, rounded out the Fairborn presence. Collectively, the exponential growth of our network of friends, through friends-of-friends growth, was incredible. Other Fairborn-ites followed in due course, such as John-boy Pleuneke and my sister Lorraine (Lori back then), and they were able to reap the benefits of the groundwork the Class of ’77 had laid.

After years of promises to Pete and me, who already had moved to San Diego, Doug made the move west, and we were roommates again, once in a crappy/cheap apartment wherein we were robbed, and a second time at a nicer place, the Tierra Santa Racquet Club Apartments. Weekends at that place were remarkable. In the mornings, Doug would take all challengers, often playing solo against me and Wes/Rob/Jeff. He was the best racquetball player I’ve ever seen. In the afternoon, we would have “sand” volleyball matches, with sometimes as many as 10 to 20 people rotating into the action. One of our adages was “We’re not having fun until somebody, usually Eddy Davis (another OU guy that had migrated west), was bleeding”. Never anything major, just a bit of “competitive passion” being emitted from a knee or elbow, due to the shallowness of the sand bedding.

As expressed above, I am going to suppress details of the stories, of which there are way too many to attempt recounting here. I think if we worked at it, a book could be written about Doug’s life and his impact on us all.

If down the road you ever get a chance, ask me about: The fort we built in the Black Lane woods; our midnight-movies experience at the Rocky Horror Picture Show; our sharing of Life Guard (baby sitting) duties at Rona Village Condominiums; his moped trip to Nelsonville; his leap into the trees on the other side of the river at the Moonville Trestle; the Salt-and-Pepper games at OU (until the campus police put an end to such behavior); his quick exit (over the shopping mall’s lawn) out of the parking lot after seeing the Blues Brothers

David Johannes

November 24, 2020

This is one of those times in life that no matter how much effort is put into the endeavor, after the fact, new details and extenuating circumstances that should have been included in the initial iteration are inevitable. I’ve filled up pages with abstract notes thinking about what I should memorialize about our friend/brother Doug, and know that with more time I could fill additional pages. I’ve cried with tears of laughter and sorrow, and been amazed at the number of stories that come rushing back. In respect for Doug’s memory, I decided to not herein be divulging very many details about our many escapades (i.e. will not be detailing just how naïve and stupid we were during our formative years).

My first memory of Doug was playing 2-on-2 football, in Jeff Pierce’s backyard, during 5th grade, against the new kids on the block, Doug and his BIG brother Brent. Remember being friends with Doug ever since. The Air Force moved his family away for a few years (Alabama?), but Doug was back and was my friend again like there had never been a gap, as of ~ freshman year. The Hartman clan moved into a house that was just down the street from their previous home, and still was on my paper route.

We all have some memory of Doug from high school … If you’ve forgotten … How could he have not known that the only “Charles Atlas” physique in the school would not be easily recognizable, regardless of the ski mask, when he “streaked” the track/track team !?!?

Doug and I were roommates on three occasions; first time was freshman year in the dorms at Crawford Hall at Ohio U. Moving to OU was sort of like parts of the Fairborn and Forest Ridge connection had relocated to Athens. Beyond Doug and me, classmates included Jeff Cordova, Ray Clark, Brett Glaze, Tim Foliano, Karen Carr, Kelly Kennedy, and Lynn Hutchison (sorry if I’ve missed anyone). Pete Knight, a graduate of nearby Carroll High and who had been a childhood friend of Doug’s from their Dad’s earlier station

Clint Williams

November 24, 2020

You taught me how to hit a heavy bag and get a cardio workout. You were always fun to be with. We've missed you on the west coast. See you on the other side Doug!

Kurt Breyfogle

November 23, 2020

I knew Doug since at least fifth or sixth grade. We hung a lot throughout grade school, jr high and in high school. Both our dad’s were in the Air Force, and among other things, I remember playing golf with Doug on Wright Patterson Air Force Base, and just for grins he decided to tee off with his Acushnet putter. Much to my surprise it traveled about 100 yards in the air, never getting more than about 3 ft off the ground. My other memory was that he was more muscles up and ripped than anyone I knew at the time.
RIP Doug, gone too soon.

wes meyette

November 22, 2020

I will miss laughing out of control at all the ridiculous things you came up with. I will miss the top turn buckle. I won't be able to have a pattylink without thinking of you. if I were to write a toast to Doug, it would include words like sausage, beef, ditka, snack treat, elbow, shoulder rub, tissue, HUGE, size, seasonal water hazard, da bears, how Big, pattylink, heaviness, power nodge, trisquit, muscle, you my friend, you were the sweatiest of all and I will miss you until the day I join you.

Forest Lawn Funeral Home South

November 18, 2020

Forest Lawn South would like to express our deepest and sincerest condolences to you and your family at this most difficult time.

We wish you peace to bring comfort, the courage to face the days ahead and loving memories to forever hold in your hearts.

Forest Lawn Funeral Home and Memorial Gardens South Staff

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