I worked for Stevenson about 15 years ago while I was a student at Tulane. I've since moved to CT and fallen out of touch, but continued to google periodically to see the progress of SONGWRITER UNKNOWN and his life.

I can't tell you how sad I was to read of his death. He was a talented man, a generous boss and opened the door to some amazing experiences for me. Working for Stevenson, I saw a whole different side of New Orleans.

He invited me to help tape some of NO's most talented musicians as they prepped for a Jazz Fest show at Allen Toussaint's studio. Stevenson showed me how to be gracious AND insistent in negotiating. He showed me how to write a grant proposal. He treated me to lunch. Often.

Married to the beautiful Polly and doting on their daughter, Nell, Stevenson was living the life I wanted (except for that smoldering cigar smell that permeated everything I wore).

As I said before, I fell out of touch. When the city was flooded last year, friends here in the Northeast asked if I knew anyone hurt by it. My response was glib: "No. All my friends had cars and enough sense to leave." I never once thought about the devastating aftermath.

Once again, I find Stevenson teaching me something.

Even though we haven't talked in over a decade, I miss him today.
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