We are all sad and suffering for the loss of our dear friend. Here we are last August at a Tulsa Driller's baseball game. Steve is on the back right and Fran Evans is front on right. They had a wonderful relationship. For years we have enjoyed a personal friendship and working on projects together. Throughout the years he hired many of my students; that was a complement to everyone. He knew just how to get the best out of them, frequently commenting that if I sent them, they would perform. We met often in Jenks for breakfast. We had plans to attend the OU spring game together; to enjoy our time and to talk over the latest big project that is so-so near completion. His e-mail to me in part last week: "How are you? I hope you are well and that your silence is due to being busy rather than dealing with any health issues.” (Steve was aware of some difficulty that I have been going through...and like a friend, wanted to know how I was doing). “We need to get together when time permits. I miss discussions about all things important". He goes on with a lengthy discussion about current progress. How sad I am we did not have that meeting. No question, a great quarter back and two national championships...that's impressive, but pales to the kind of person he was. One of our favorite sidelines...I would remind him yes, he was big time - he played against Texas at OU...but would ask if he had played the Oklahoma State Penitentiary inmates. With a wry smile I would make some kind of comment that I had played against the inmates while at Eastern Oklahoma State College in both football and basketball. He would laugh as he often did and agree. Steve ol' pal, I know where you are and rejoice in the day I can join you and all those close to me.
Your pal, Henry