In 1921 my family moved to a farm that joined the Cassity farm. Through the years and generations our families were close friends. My mother (92) has known the Cassity family all her life. She was Doug’s father’s teacher. Doug’s sister was my best friend. I spent many nights sleeping over.We KNOW the Cassity family. Doug was the darling of our community: Brilliant student, star basketball player, student body president, great personality and a smile that would take him a long way in life. Doug, why did you let that smile take you down such an unlikely path? The “Cassity” name stood for honesty. A person could do business with a Cassity on a hand shake. You were proud of that name. Will your grandchildren be able to share in that pride? I think not. Was what you did worth it?