When you hit your fifties, not only do people of your parents’ generation start passing with more frequency, but you also start losing friends/family from your own generation.  A HS friend passed just after Christmas, and another buddy passed along a pic of us after one of our epic floor hockey games.  I’m in the middle, sans beer.

Rest easy, Steve.  You were a helluva street/floor hockey ‘tender, and a overall mensch.