Steve was my friend, my roommate for a while in Vermont. We had a blast! What a cool guy! Quiet, goofy, kind... When another friend of mine was murdered by "bandits" in Guatemala, Steve was there for me. Nothing like a good bottle of wine and a gentle soul to help you in times of sorrow. I miss you now, Steve, even though I didn't realize it on September 10. And just because you dance with bells on your feet, and a hankie in your hand, doesn't mean you're a sissy. Bye, pal....