STEVEN AYR

We had enough adventures to last many lifetimes,some were out right insane and it was amazing that we got back in tact but somehow we always made it in. Thick fog, run to Block Island with only a compass and a fathometer. Steve and I would always have a good laugh over that one, throwing bucktails for bass, knocking down some ducks, it was all good. Steve was always there for me, good times and not so good times. We grew up together,and grew old together. Words can't describe how lost I feel...