Steve was my best friend. We went from being grubby little boys trying to figure out which would be better, playing pro football, pro basketball, or pro baseball, to discovering that girls weren’t as gross as we had been lead to believe.
As little boys, we rode our bikes around together, played baseball & basketball on the same teams, and played catch for endless hours in his back yard or mine – if we were really lucky, his dad, Mr. Campbell (how odd it would’ve felt to call him Ralph), let us use his old-timey, fat-fingered baseball glove. I think of those times every time I play catch with my two sons.
When we grew up a little, we discovered different kinds of music together and figured out how to dance (please see the FB conversation that somebody started on the 7th grade dance), learning, by happy mistake, that a willingness to dance brought us in closer proximity to all the gals. We snuck out at night for the first time together (tried to sneak into the drive-in, but walked almost to Mayville by mistake), and we “went with” & broke up with our first girl friends together.
I’m fortunate to have made some great friends and life-long memories with a lot of wonderful people in our little town. Steve plays a starring role in many of those memories. I think of him often.
I don't think anyone from the class of 82 needs to be reminded about how close Steve and I were as we walked the halls of Red River. I looked at him as my brother. We fought for a few days then we made up. We'd lose touch of each other a little over the summer (different agendas and no such thing as cell phones) but once school started, we'd be back together and inseparable (until he'd find his girlfriend for the school year :).
After we graduated, staying in touch got more difficult but we did it. It couldn't be as often but still, we found ways to find each other. I bought insurance from when he sold insurance, I bought a car from him when he sold cars, when I met Carol, it was important to me that he meet her too. I trusted him and I loved him; like a brother.
Since he passed I don't believe there is a week that goes by where his name isn't in my head. Songs on the radio make me think of him. I've been blessed with a marraige that has lasted 27 years and I've seen 3 girls go from birth to high school graduation. All 3 played competitive sports into college. My baby was a State Champion in golf (Steve would have been there to witness that with me). I'm a grandpa. LIfe has been special.
In my heart I think of all I've seen as a husband and father and I wish he could have lived those same experiences. He would have been a great dad and husband. He was loyal to those he loved and those who loved him back.
30 years has gone so fast and he got cheated. None of us can answer why and no one can explain the fact we don't all get to achieve to the point in life we're all at. I will cherish his friendship forever; he will never be forgotten. I will never let him be forgotten.
Scott Hamilton
Steve was my best friend. We went from being grubby little boys trying to figure out which would be better, playing pro football, pro basketball, or pro baseball, to discovering that girls weren’t as gross as we had been lead to believe.
As little boys, we rode our bikes around together, played baseball & basketball on the same teams, and played catch for endless hours in his back yard or mine – if we were really lucky, his dad, Mr. Campbell (how odd it would’ve felt to call him Ralph), let us use his old-timey, fat-fingered baseball glove. I think of those times every time I play catch with my two sons.
When we grew up a little, we discovered different kinds of music together and figured out how to dance (please see the FB conversation that somebody started on the 7th grade dance), learning, by happy mistake, that a willingness to dance brought us in closer proximity to all the gals. We snuck out at night for the first time together (tried to sneak into the drive-in, but walked almost to Mayville by mistake), and we “went with” & broke up with our first girl friends together.
I’m fortunate to have made some great friends and life-long memories with a lot of wonderful people in our little town. Steve plays a starring role in many of those memories. I think of him often.
Dave Wheeler
I don't think anyone from the class of 82 needs to be reminded about how close Steve and I were as we walked the halls of Red River. I looked at him as my brother. We fought for a few days then we made up. We'd lose touch of each other a little over the summer (different agendas and no such thing as cell phones) but once school started, we'd be back together and inseparable (until he'd find his girlfriend for the school year :).
After we graduated, staying in touch got more difficult but we did it. It couldn't be as often but still, we found ways to find each other. I bought insurance from when he sold insurance, I bought a car from him when he sold cars, when I met Carol, it was important to me that he meet her too. I trusted him and I loved him; like a brother.
Since he passed I don't believe there is a week that goes by where his name isn't in my head. Songs on the radio make me think of him. I've been blessed with a marraige that has lasted 27 years and I've seen 3 girls go from birth to high school graduation. All 3 played competitive sports into college. My baby was a State Champion in golf (Steve would have been there to witness that with me). I'm a grandpa. LIfe has been special.
In my heart I think of all I've seen as a husband and father and I wish he could have lived those same experiences. He would have been a great dad and husband. He was loyal to those he loved and those who loved him back.
30 years has gone so fast and he got cheated. None of us can answer why and no one can explain the fact we don't all get to achieve to the point in life we're all at. I will cherish his friendship forever; he will never be forgotten. I will never let him be forgotten.