I am another one of Stevenson's high school friends; we also went off to Clark University together. Here are some memories that I share in the hope that people finding out more about their dear, lost friend.

First of all, I think I'm probably responsible for him being known as "Stevenson." He was always Steve in high school, and I knew he had been named for Adlai. When we got to Clark, he was also initially "Steve" and I started ribbing him by ostentatiously and formally calling him "Stevenson." Well, it stuck! He really liked being Stevenson! So, that's how he was subsequently known.

Freshman year in the men's "zoo dorm" at Clark, Stevenson stuck out in a lot of ways. First of all, he got this crazy idea of brewing beer in his room (I was NOT his roommate, thankfully). He got a big old garbage can and some wine brewing stuff and creating this really stinky glop. But he was into it. He was excited. I think he drank some of it--I know I didn't--and I doubt if many people got brain damage drinking it, though in that dorm who would be able to tell?

He was also smart and extremely good looking; OK he was hot.

Another striking thing in light his life's work was his interest in silent films. He found this catalog company that sold old Chaplin films and other silents, undoubtedly 8 mm one reel things that were really cheap (were they in the public domain? somehow they were the real films and really cheap). So, he had a little project and these silent films and he just loved showing them to people in his room. This is like 1970-71, pre video.

In fact I believe I'm remembering correctly that Stevenson somehow commandeered a Sony Porta Pak video system from someplace on campus. This was a big heavy tape player than you slung over your shoulder, plus a big clunky video camera. but it was video. And he was going to make films.

We did a little guerilla theater on campus on freshmen. Clark was a pretty sleepy campus, although it was still a highly political time with a lot of activism among the students. there was some kind of labor problem with the professors--I can't remember what it was--but 4 or 5 of us got in costumes and burst onto the stage in an auditorium before a meeting or movie or something and acted out a very brief skit in which the evil administrator people were treating the professors like slaves. Well, I'm a professor now, and I can only say, ALL POWER TO THE PEOPLE!

Oh, here's one more thing. When we were in high school, Steve was involved with everything. Senior year he somehow got together the resources to make a very large sculpture that he welded out of i-beams or some such thing. It was a huge pyramidal kind of thing, really very impressive, and for a number of years it sat in an outdoor courtyard at U-High. He was REALLY miffed when people at the high school dismantled it one year without telling him.

I had lost contact with him except for occasional high school reunions. Of course I knew of his work and how immersed in N.O. culture he was. After the hurricanes I wondered what happened to him and hoped he was safe. Well, "safe" is a relative term; the person is there but the personal devastation must have been so enormous. He obviously meant a lot to many many people and will be deeply missed.

Mark Seidenberg