9 years, wow. I am so fortunate to have known him, is all.
Good luck in Boston Tate.

I only knew Steve briefly and unfortunately we never really got to know each other very well. Steve was a great guy and was loved by many.

What I do know about Steve is that he was a Wonderful Dad to his son Tate ( Henry ), I know this for sure.
I know he will be so proud of Henry starting his first semester at college this month.

Brian

Brian Cronin

How proud Steve would be to see his son, Henry Tate Richardson, who is now a talented, handsome young man, heading to college in Boston. Steve, you gave him the best of you and he is carrying those gifts with him as he moves into this exciting new moment in his life. I miss you, but spending time with Henry makes me feel you are not too far away -- the Richardson charm persists.

Oh Steve. I miss you all the time. There's a hole in my heart that will never be filled. But I have everything you gave me while you were here, and that's a lot.

xoxoxoxo
Sharon

How can it be five years since we had to bid you farewell? I have a terrific photo of you near my desk, so I see you almost everyday, but it's not the same as hearing that drawl. Susan and I have done our best to insure that Tate will have the financial wherewithal to attend the college of his choice. I know how important this was for you and I like to think you would be pleased. Miss you.

Years later I am still saddened by Steve's passing. I never met Tate, but I pray for him and hope the memories of his father are still strong and formative. 

Watched Bogalusa Charm this week with family. Mignhon was visiting and watched it with her a few weeks ago. Thank you for the effort to explain such a crazy place. I miss you.

I miss you Steve. Your friend Yan.

Back in 1975 I was dealing cards at a Harrah's casino in Lake Tahoe. Steve came and freeloaded for a month. Judge Jim came to visit while he was there (why, I have no idea) This was when 40ish something men were wearing jumpsuits. (Think cleaned up garage mechanic) Wayne Newton was head-lining at the casino and when the Judge saw Wayne in a jumpsuit , we never saw him wear his again.

As we approach what would have been Steve's 62nd birthday, I am consumed with thoughts of Steve, memories from our years of friendships, lots of laughs and shenanigans, and a dose of exasperation and "oh, that's Steve for ya." Miss you, Mr. Wonderful.

In the late 1980's and early 1990's I led a Bible study at Hollywood Presbyterian. Steve was a regular. Eventually we all took turns leading the discussion. Steve was always thoughtful, thorough and asked great, insightful questions. I will always appreciate his honesty and authenticity. He also entrusted me with his grandmother's Chocolate Chess Pie recipe, which I hold in high regard and with deep gratitude.

Steve was one of my best friends while growing up in Bog. We shared a lot of good times and a considerable amount of mischief, but somehow we survived it all. He was gifted and his wit, charm, and intelligence were gifts his friends were truly fortunate to experience.

Steve was my 1st cousin. He was 7 years older. To say I idolized him is an understatement.

The mention of his time as a Senate page in the "About" section of this site brings back the memory of his story about coming in contact with Spiro Agnew's ass (pretty sure it was Agnew and that it was an accident). I let everyone I knew, including my elementary school teacher, that my cousin Steve touched Spiro Agnew's ass - they weren't nearly as impressed as I expected.

Tate, you won't remember, but we met once when you were an infant and I made a short visit to NYC. Did your father tell you about the rocking chair? The one Ruby rocked both your father and grandfather in when they were babies? I sat with you in that chair. As you know and as anyone who knew him will tell you, your Dad was a fantastic guy. Also know that when you came along it changed his world.

I met Steve at a Thanks-Giving dinner @ Barbara Ensor's house in Brooklyn in November 2014. From the moment I entered the house until I left, my attention was captured by Steve & Tate's loving relationship. I think the video I took of Tate's impromptu performance speaks louder than words. I would love to post it on this website.

Steve was a hell of a guy. He survived Bogalusa and made his mark on the world. A lot of folks will miss him but his spirit will live on in Tate.
What a guy.....hope he found his bliss. Can never eat an oyster po-boy without thinking of him.