This page is dedicated to my brother Steve, who passed away unexpectedly in the fall of 1993.   Having relocated to the left of the Mississippi for the better part of his adulthood, Steve's westerly sojourn was as much metaphoric as it was geographic.

Primarily based in California, he went back to school in the early Eighties to graduate with a BS in Aeronautical Engineering from San Diego State.  His love of flight had its beginnings while following the NASA Space program in the 1960's. He went on to acquire a private pilot's license in the late '70's.  Accepting a boarding pass with Steve, on one of his local flights, was not for the faint of heart.  He loved taking steeply banked turns, and would have done loops if a Piper Cub could tolerate the extra stress (never mind his passengers!).  During his abbreviated career, Steve had contracted work with some of the best known aircraft companies in America.  Included on the list were Cessna, Northrop, and McDonnell Douglas.  His proudest contract was participating in, along with an army of other engineers, the designing of Boeing's 777.  My brother was quick to remind the uninformed that the 777 was the first commercial aircraft to be  engineered, in its entirety, via computer technology (CAD).

In addition to a unique livelihood, Steve had cultivated a network of strong friendships that spanned between the coasts. Whether at work, or at play (he loved tennis and scuba diving), Steve was quick with a witty quote, a smile, or just a show of concern for another's troubles.  I hope, in this respect, that Steven will long be remembered  by those of who had the privilege  of being a part of his life.  His essence continues to be a big part of my life, serving as an affective imprint to my own endeavors.