Steve was incredibly generous with his time and friendship ... I often stayed at his North Hollywood abode ... sleeping on the floor or a couch in my sleeping bag ... when I would show up with little or no notice from Santa Barbara where I was attending Brooks Institute, the photography school. I remember as vividly as yesterday the crazy Hollywood Parties in the hills and arroyos of Los Angeles to which he invited me ... the tours of Kaleidoscope Films where he cut trailers late into the night and early morning ... I must have heard the sound effects for Close Encounters of the Third Kind about 10 thousand times ... I'm sure he rewound the moviola reels another 20,000 times until he got the edits JUST RIGHT. I remember he introduced me to cold coffee (yuk to this day), the bizarre sushi of LA (of which I remain a consummate fan to this evening) and Bunuel films (still on the fence with that ...). I was able to repay the favor when he and his friends visited my then wife and I in San Francisco for the Hookers Ball sometime in the early '80s ... we lost track of each other after that until we reconnected through the mutual interest in the Bogalusa Ghosts ... Steve will be missed by everyone that knew him, as a good friend and possessing an adventurous spirit.

Others have said that Steve was their boyfriend in first grade, but I remember him as mine.  Everyday he would carry my books for me and walk me to my Mom's office at the Junior High which was right next to Northside Elementary or he'd walk me to my Grannies.  Some of my fondest memories was going over to Steve's house to play and getting to play with Popcorn, his collie dog.

Another early memory of Steve was in the 3rd grade in Mrs. Kain's class.  Officers were elected and Steve won (not joking), the office of taking out the trash each day. I did not win any office and I guess I looked sad or something cause Steve said that he would give me his office if I wanted it.  Now everyone knows his witty, comical personality so one would think he was harassing me, but he was really sincere - he was one to care so much about the feelings of others.  But, I told him that that was okay.  Makes me smile when I remember both of those stories.  I hope they make you smile as well.

Steve was always a friend.  He added me to the Bogalusa Ghosts group and that enabled me to keep up with him and the other friends in that group which support each other now as we move through life today.  Thanks Steve sharing Bogalusa Ghosts with me as your knew we'd need to support to each other now as we grieve not having you here, but celebrate your getting to be with Pokey now! 

Party on!  Connie Magee Masson 

hot weather, naked kids & steve the water balloon man

I am saddened by the passing of my friend, Steve. Steve and I used to ride bikes in Bogalusa, attended Northside Elementary together to. His house was on my paper route. We played church basketball against each other; neither of us were big enough nor talented enough. We had a good time when we were together laughing and joking around. After high school we parted paths but was able to chat with him on F/B a couple years ago. We relived some old memories that are precious to me now. Rest in Peace Steve. The world lost a fine man Jan. 3, 2015.
                               signed, A long time friend

                                                DONNIE R. MILLER