Steven, my cousin, my baby brother. I miss you so terribly. I miss your morning phone calls. Even now the phone rings and my heart jumps, but it isn't you. The years we had together were too few but I wouldn't trade them for anything. Too late we found each other and too soon you were taken from me. I remember that day in Od Westbury Gardens holding out your registration card for your pride and joy MERC. This has to be the cousin I lost touch with many years ago, and LO AND BEHOLD there was that voice shouting (for all the world to hear.) HEY BITCH--- HEY TATTOOED FREAK I yelled back, and that was the beginning of a wonderful kinship, friendship and cousinship if I can make up a word. We could talk for an hour every other day really about nothing and everything. We had our love of cars that we shared so passionately. You would remind me of the days when you were a kid and stayed at my house (some of which I had forgotten) I think I had some brain memory loss when I got my head caught in the Hudson convertible that was in my Dad's garage. LOL. We shared so many memories of your Mom and Dad and my Mom and Dad and the fun we had as kids going on picnics and doing different things with the family. What ever happened? I guess with time we all seem to go our own separate ways. How sad, look at the years that were wasted. How I wish I could turn back the clock and make up for lost time, but it just can't be done. I will always cherish the time we had together and my heart will always miss you. I will be doing the Farmhouse meet again this year, and I will be looking for you and the Merc. I know you will be there in my heart and in spirit How I wish you were there for real. You have a hell of a way of getting out of working with me. You promised that you would be my ticket collector again this year. LOL. Just remember I LOVE YOU!! And as Mr. Bob Hope would say, THANKS FOR THE MEMORIES. LOVE HONEY.