The video above was made by my son, Jason Smith, after Steve's death in August 2011. Steve was a part of our lives from the time Jason was a year old until he was in first grade, and in many ways Steve helped raise my son. Steve was a deputy sheriff in Jones County for a good part of that time, and Jason has often said that he learned to want to be one of the good guys because of Steve. I am grateful that he was such a good man and that he loved my little boy nearly as much as I did.
Jason still teases me about being a smuggler because when he was about three years old, Steve, his mom Marlene, and I drove to Texas to visit his sister Cheryl. It was the late 70's and Coors beer was only sold west of the Mississippi River. We were in Marlene's new Monte Carlo, and when we came home Steve had that car packed with as much Coors as was possible, including the case that Jason rode on in the back seat! (Yes, I know...he should have been strapped into a carseat, but we didn't think of those things then...) There were cans of Coors beer in the wheel wells, under the seats, in the spare tire well...I'm pretty sure that when she traded that car years later, at least one can of Coors went with it stuck in some cranny where we couldn't find it.
I had a lot of good times with Steve in a car just like this, 1966 Chevelle Malibu. He later had a 1969 SS396 Chevelle and a 1970 Corvette but I think the best times were in this car. Steve and I met in the eighth grade and remained friends for life. He is missed. I think about him almost everyday.
Sandra Duke (Sallee)
Sandra Duke (Sallee)
Sandra Duke (Sallee)
The video above was made by my son, Jason Smith, after Steve's death in August 2011. Steve was a part of our lives from the time Jason was a year old until he was in first grade, and in many ways Steve helped raise my son. Steve was a deputy sheriff in Jones County for a good part of that time, and Jason has often said that he learned to want to be one of the good guys because of Steve. I am grateful that he was such a good man and that he loved my little boy nearly as much as I did.
Jason still teases me about being a smuggler because when he was about three years old, Steve, his mom Marlene, and I drove to Texas to visit his sister Cheryl. It was the late 70's and Coors beer was only sold west of the Mississippi River. We were in Marlene's new Monte Carlo, and when we came home Steve had that car packed with as much Coors as was possible, including the case that Jason rode on in the back seat! (Yes, I know...he should have been strapped into a carseat, but we didn't think of those things then...) There were cans of Coors beer in the wheel wells, under the seats, in the spare tire well...I'm pretty sure that when she traded that car years later, at least one can of Coors went with it stuck in some cranny where we couldn't find it.
He was a good man, and he is gone far too soon.
Danny Young
I had a lot of good times with Steve in a car just like this, 1966 Chevelle Malibu. He later had a 1969 SS396 Chevelle and a 1970 Corvette but I think the best times were in this car. Steve and I met in the eighth grade and remained friends for life. He is missed. I think about him almost everyday.
Danny Young