Leslie L. Stevenson

I knew Leslie and his wife Virginia while working as a painter at The Hilton Inn in Tucson.I was just 21 years of age then. They nicknamed me ''Rembrandt''. You will never find a kinder person in this world and that goes for Mrs.Stevenson as well. When I was hungry they fed me, when I walked out on them, they hired me back. It is hard to talk about Leslie and not include Bess. These were truly good people and I cry as I write this... You helped me become the man I am today. So save a place...