Steve was, unlike many, the same genuine person every time you would see him. He was more than my brother-in-law, he was my friend. Sometime, either at my house, or on our way to one of the few jobs I helped him with, he would start out with his slow, Texas voice...Jim....let ..me ..tell..you..a..sto.ry.. Sometimes a knee slapper, sometimes I never got it. I loved him like a brother, and iI am deeply saddened that we can't be there. He will always live on in our memories