Steve was my roommate in 1969. He was a great warm hearted, humorus quick witted guy. Steve was from St Paul's, NC and some Sunday's after church we'd go to his house for Sunday dinner, what a spread his mother would put out there.
I invited him down to my home in Georgetown, SC a few times and my mother would put on a spread as well. He loved fried shrimp. We had an eating contest one time to see who could eat the most and there were about 3 of us going strong putting them down. My friend Rory and I were about to pop and loooked over at Steve, he'd stopped a few minutes earlier and we said, "We knew we could out eat you and he replied no man I'm just shifting gears." What a sense of humor he had.
On another trip home with me my brother and I took Steve out duck hunting, it was freezing rain and we were in an open boat headed to the blind on muddy bay just off Winyah harbor. I looked down in the front of the boat and Steve was balled up like a puppy (for those of you that didn't know Steve he was a strong football player at CMA) and he was shaking and looked up at me and said, "If I can ever get back to St. Paul's you'll never get me back out here again I don't care how many damn ducks you've got on this bay!!"
We had some good times that's for sure and I'll never forget Steve.
Jim Rion (1969)
Steve was my roommate in 1969. He was a great warm hearted, humorus quick witted guy. Steve was from St Paul's, NC and some Sunday's after church we'd go to his house for Sunday dinner, what a spread his mother would put out there.
I invited him down to my home in Georgetown, SC a few times and my mother would put on a spread as well. He loved fried shrimp. We had an eating contest one time to see who could eat the most and there were about 3 of us going strong putting them down. My friend Rory and I were about to pop and loooked over at Steve, he'd stopped a few minutes earlier and we said, "We knew we could out eat you and he replied no man I'm just shifting gears." What a sense of humor he had.
On another trip home with me my brother and I took Steve out duck hunting, it was freezing rain and we were in an open boat headed to the blind on muddy bay just off Winyah harbor. I looked down in the front of the boat and Steve was balled up like a puppy (for those of you that didn't know Steve he was a strong football player at CMA) and he was shaking and looked up at me and said, "If I can ever get back to St. Paul's you'll never get me back out here again I don't care how many damn ducks you've got on this bay!!"
We had some good times that's for sure and I'll never forget Steve.