I am upstairs. Doug is loading and reloading the moving truck. He sings while he is working. Thats his way. Always has been. The man ever has laughter at the corners of his mouth.
Just a moment ago I heard him come in through the garage door with that hand truck (platform on casters for moving heavy objects) rumbling against the wood floors. "Just a smalltown girl...livin in a loooooonely world..." he bellowed.
Is it possible to not begin to sing along with that song?
As Doug leads us through this (or anything else) laughter and Joy characterize him.