To family, friends, and all who were blessed to know Stevenson:

We met and became close friends at Clark University. We shared enthusiasms for film, theater, modern art and philosophy. We shared an apartment where we rehearsed plays, enjoyed music and talked and laughed together. Stevenson loved driving off campus with me in my MG convertible--We favored going to a steak and brew place that showed the silent films of Chaplin and Keaton and the Keystone Cops. I worked with him on his first documentaries--the fledgling films he made of musicians appearing at Clark University. We were in plays together on the Clark stage. These memories haunt me now. I am devastated by this tragedy. Even though our lives went in very different directions, my feelings for my friend have never waned. I admired and adored him as a confidant, fellow artist and human being. And even though we shared only a few visits and letters since college,
when we did make contact it was as though we had spoken just yeterday. I remain forever grateful for the warmth, humour and intelligence that were the hallmarks of our friendship. I already miss him desperately. I just wanted to say this to you and to him.