Steve loved music. He like Elvis, and The Beatles. And he like Bob Seger, and The Rolling Stones, too. He got to see Steppenwolf one day when they were in town. He said it was a great concert. And he went to other concerts, also. But, Steve also liked country. He liked Jim Reeves, and was known to cry his eyes out over a girl while listening to The End Of The World by Skeeter Davis. He never felt he had to be a tough guy. Steve was his own man, he liked whatever he wanted. He never needed anyones approval. Man, I admired that!

Steve was fun to be around. He was always up to something. He loved car races, whether they were stock car, funny car, or just racing his own car against his friends. Naturally, his car always won. He always had the fastest car around here. He really loved cars. His favorite seemed to be T-birds or Dodge Chargers. They always had to be spotless and running perfect. He was a mechanic by trade for awhile and he was good.

Steve also loved his family. He never missed the family get togethers. He had kids of his own. Even though his marriage didn't work, the kids were always important to him. But, he also thought his niece and nephew were special. They thought their Uncle Steve was great.

Steve was so smart. He could do anything he tried. Mom said he was a jack of all trades. She was right. He was a great mechanic, a good carpenter, and so many other things.

He was also handsome. He always had girlfriends hanging around, right up to the very end. He always made the girls feel special. But, he was loyal to all of his friends, and they felt the same loyalty to him. Every friend he had at 16 was still his friend at the end of his time.

Steve loved the holidays. He liked birthday parties for the kids. He loved the fireworks in July. But he really loved Christmas. He was a kid at heart when it came to Christmas. He loved the family get-togethers, whether it was at Mom's or Dad's. He always showed up with his family and a big smile.