I just learned of this site a few days ago from a good friend Julie Gustafson. I met Stevenson about 7 years ago when he and Julie were 'commissioned' to do oral histories of the judges on the federal court. I then 'retained' them both to do an oral history of one of my heroes, Camille Gravel. He enjoyed the fact that Camille was good friends with his namesake, Adlai Stevenson. We became friends and got together every month and a half or so for lunch. Mona's on Banks was a regular hangout.   Lentil soup with lemon was his usual. He was so easy to talk to that I once told him he was like "a girlfriend" (he took it as a compliment). We could talk about just about anything. I know he has his ups and downs and problems in recent years with back pain, but he just always had that twinkle in the eye, the quick tilt of the head, and the gentle laugh. We got back to New Orleans in late October and I was looking for him but heard he was in Massachusetts. Next thing I knew, I heard of his death. I was stunned.
Ginger