I want to wish you a happy birthday, Steve! I miss you a lot, old neighbor. I remember being greeted with an ice cold Miller High Life after coming home from work…you would open your door and hand me that golden beverage. Or a serving of egg nog during the holidays. My mouth is salivating just thinking about having one more plate of your delicious bbq (the best slow cooked meats I have ever tried). Brother Steve, I just lost my two Boxer pups after 11/12 years. They are in heaven now. Keep them company until we all see each other again. Love you, Steve. 

Steve was my neighbor, friend, and I miss him a lot. I wish I could have spent more days as a neighbor to Steve. Rest in peace, friend.