Whitney Smith
One of my favorite memories of Steve in high school was a night I had snuck out my bedroom window and met Steve who was driving his 60’s something green GMC truck. We had been cruising around the valley and went by the high school and remembered that there was a group of kids spending the night in the gym. Their buses were parked in the parking lot by the pool. It was around 2am and we drove into the parking lot, burned the tires doing some donuts and blared the horn. As we were driving away north on Refugio road, the double doors at the east end of the gym flew open and one of the chaperones came out. About twenty minutes later we turned off highway 246 onto Refugio by the gym and we saw the cops now at the gym talking to someone. As we drove by, the person pointed to us and told the police there they are. We drove down to Glengary road and saw the police with lights coming as we turned the corner. Steve stopped the truck and told me to jump out and hide. He then took off and was caught around the next corner. They escorted him home in the early morning hours. We laughed about that story years later. Now you have a light hearted memory of Steve. Such a great memory for me I will never forget. Rest in peace my friend.