Steven Furlow

Steve and I were inseparable during high school. He was part of our wedding when Judy and I got married. Once, his Mom (Amelia) had just made a pie, Steve, myself and Bob Prater decided to have a pie eating contest with that new pie. Needless to say, we got into trouble and had a real mess to clean up. Steve came to the ranch and helped us hay during the summer, which lead to a lot of mischief, but my parents thought the world of him, as do Judy and me. There are so many stories about...