(A Drix note to Shaz),
Hope you are fine.
We've had some changes up here.
Carol said it best…
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"At 5:50pm pst, our friend Stephen Deck died.
Halloween.
I just look back upon the 1979 Halloween of all Halloween parties.
Light a candle.
Think of Stephen.
I'm in Portland now.
But Bean his close friend, Michael his friend for ever & a handful of 1312 Mill (MILLHOUSE) neighbors (MILLHAUSERS) were beside him.
His lungs went out.
He never left 1312 Mill until his last venture to Sacred Heart...for more than a day...week...

I felt you should know.

A special person has left us.
My wonderful memories of Stephen was his gift of conversation.
No matter how messed up a circle of thought got, he could always pick & choose, & get the train of thought always back on rail.
Genius.
Years & years could go by, but he always knew how to create a doozy, woozy memory back.

He was our NEAL CASSADAY.

Kerouac & Kesey, (or whoever...) would be off on a herbal tangent, but Cassiday would always get it back.
Stephen had that knack.
I swear,
We would swear, we, we all were,  all,  were as spaced, tripped-out or whatever as Stephen.
au contraire
He'd trump you.
He'd always get the gist of the conversation & add his own most pithy susinccint comment.

You always want a Cassiday beside you.
Stephen isn't  gone.

Everytime you walk that cat backward.
Think of Stephen.
He will be there, purrrring.
(you got it)

Carol
("just keep the boat dry…")"