Just a quick clarification (er . . . maybe question). Was I dreaming when I was at Quincy dorm in fall 1972 and Steve was downstairs on the second floor with Michael, his roommate? Didn’t we share some interesting conversations concerning God, the Meaning of Life, and why are we here? And, didn’t I take the opportunity to ask the still unformed Reed College Christian fellowship to pray for him because he seemed at the time to be lost and “searching”? These first few months that I knew Steve seemed to be so absent from the record. Maybe I have it wrong, but I think this first period of time at Reed was the quiet time, an “unknown” Steve.
Could somebody please confirm to me that I have my own memory intact? Thanks.
—Richard Coit ’76 aka Scooterdude
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