Years ago when Steve was a smoker, we were at an outside bar and he had just finished a cigarette. He leaned over towards me and said, " You're smokin'. Thinking he was paying me a compliment, I said, "Well, thank you." He then said, " NO, you are smokin!" He then told me his cigarette had gotten tangled in my hair and my hair was on fire... turns out it was only singed. He quickly put out the fire and we returned to our table and finished our drinks. Thereafter he smoked at a distance, but we always laughed remembering that day. I love you. Thank you for many memorable moments dear. Miss you. Laurie