My first apartment in Chicago was on Division St just one block east of Butch Maguires bar. Steve's older brother was the manager. Steve worked in the kitchen and I had a fun time talking to him there while getting drunk. Years later, I was at the Twin Anchors tavern in Chicago, they were famous for their ribs, and Steve came to our table and we reminisced. We planned to get together but it never happened. He was a very personable guy, and I loved talking with him. I think he was into photography then. I've thought about him often over the years.