I heard about Stevenson's suicide this morning from our friend, Richard Clark, Stevenson's housemate during our college days at Clark. I see Stevenson ambling and smiling down the street. Greeting friends, discussing philosophy, just beginning to love making videos.
I remember the last time we spoke, late one night,out of the blue, reminicing, and his telling me how he was caring for and with his dear daughter Nell.
I see and hear him so clearly. I'm so sorry

Stevenson, a very dear good friend from younger days-I always felt I could just run into him and pick up where we left off. I still do.
all my thoughts are with his family and friends and close ones-
love, always
jenny