Stan signed my high school yearbook (senior year, I think) He wrote three smart aleck things, but I remember two: "Tell 'em where you got it!" and "Don't let your meat loaf!" Love, S. Swotzelbot (a silly nickname he had at the time).  Unbeknownst to me, my Dad was sneaking peaks at my yearbook.  He became enraged when he read Stan's entry, not knowing it was Stan's.  He wanted to know who this no-good-rock-and-roll dropout was!  I wouldn't tell him...just some kid!  Stan always took me under his wing...he worked at Bill Martini's "Living Room" and I visited him often.  One night, he was on vacation, and I went to the Living Room.  Bill Martini was angry that his cocktail waitress had no showed...AGAIN!  He offered me a job on the spot...knowing I was Stan's sister...not knowing I was not yet 21... I asked him not to tell Stan as I wanted to surpirse him.  When Stan came back and was counting his bank, I had hid in the pool room.  I came out and hollered "ordering!"  He turned around, stuck his hand in the ice, then, shocked, looked up and said "Holy S#*t! You're my sister!"  We worked together alot, there and Balboa Pavilion.  He was the toughest on me, workwise, because he wanted me to be the best! Love and miss you Stan.  Stories of how I met Barb ans "Stanely" to come...always more to come...so much to tell about the big brother who taught me the most!