Steven was the garage manager for "Raphies station" on the corner of union turnpike & 164th Street. They needed a girl for the office so he talked me into taking the job, we worked there together for 3 years. There was this little guy there who was from some 3rd world country and Steve would make him do all the grunge work for him. Steven told me (and the guy confirmed it) that this guy had stomach worms the size of garden snakes. Steve told me he had put a quart of sour milk buy the guys mouth and the worms crawled out. I don't know if that part was true, but he grossed me out with that story for the whole 3 years I worked there with him, always during lunch time! Boy I miss him....