So, on a September’s day twenty-nine years ago, I was sitting in my first week of high school religion class. Father Hesson was performing his own Inquisistion – testing us trembling frosh in Prayers We Ought to Know — and I’m not talking “Our Father” and “Hail Mary”, I’m talking “Act of Contrition” and “Apostle’s Creed” level here. Self-consciously (as no one had yet known theirs), I rifled through mine and was surprised when the guy behind me aced his, too. It may sound strange, but a friendship was struck on the mutual respect of Actually-Having-Paid-Attention-In-Grade-School-A-Little.
That friendship has is now poised to enter its fourth decade, and has bested many many ups and downs and now-forgotten prayers – though our friendship has included a fair amount of praying — typically of the: “Oh God, get me though this morning and I promise I won’t drink again…” sort as I recall.
He’s seen them all: High School Steve, Slacker Steve, New Steve, Reasonable Steve, O’Friels Irish Pub Drunken Steve, Bad-Picker Steve, She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named-Coupled-Steve, California Steve, Happy-As-Ever-Have-Been-Aerie Steve – and steadfastly stood by each one – and all the ones in-between.
And after a couple of years of monitoring, he’s ventured into his own vox blog! I’m very excited about it. So go by, say hi, and maybe even add him to your ‘hood if you’re so inclined. You’ll find a good writer and a great soul, even if he is a blood-sucking lawyer.