Stephen was my friend.
He and I go back 34 years.
I had just arrived from France as an International student and was living in the dorms at Stevenson College and often spent time by the ping pong lounge.
He would often show up to play ping pong and that's how we met. He had a long beard, pony tail and greying red hair, irrepressible energy, and a love of the game.
We shared many things over the years: a love of music, intellectual curiosity, involvement in table-tennis, and a deep respect for each other's privacy. We also appreciated each other's sense of humor: he would tease me about my computer phobias, and I would challenge him to soup drinking without dropping it in his beard.
Our friendship endured and I had hoped he would visit me and my new family in Boston.
I will always remember him; he was kind and generous to a fault.