Steve was one of my best friends, starting in 7th grade. We spent a lot of time roaming the West High neighborhoods on weekends, and I was lucky to be invited to join him and his family at his cottage in northern Wisconsin. Their family was big into motor sports, and I was like a kid in a candy shop riding on snowmobiles and dirt bikes. I shudder to think now, how dangerous those times were. I lost track of Steve after high school, as he moved out west to find work in California. What a shame that his life ended at such a young age.

Steve always seemed like such a sweet, cute, kind guy and because I knew him since grade school and he lived in our neighborhood, his death was quite a sad shock. Such a tragedy that we lost him so early.