Tom and Ed, and the rest of the family, you have my sincerest condolences, also on your mom’s death. Steve and I met in the junior high school band as trumpet players, along with Doug. I loved them both, and will always remember that the times we had growing up together—including the pizza your mom made, the kielbasa, the times on the lake fishing for bluegills and crappies and cleaning them after in your basement, the music we played at his various places, his advice on tubes for my stereo, how he could get so animated on music, and recent politics. On that last one, I’m glad Steve got to see Trump voted out of office. I’ll really miss him.