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When I think about Steve the image of his faded red VW bug with the tennis shoes on the bumper pops into mind. I recall so many conversations that took place as Steve dropped me off in the early morning dark after we had played funk and blues somewhere. These conversation's topics are now a faint memory, but what I do remember quite well is how these exchanges with Steve always left me with a new interest, or a new take on music, or art, or human affairs.
Steve you have many gifts; creativity, music, and soul, but what I remember most is your enthusiasm for it all. |
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