I am Scott's Cousin and regret to confirm his death. Scott and I spent summers in northern Minnesota as kids. He lived in Minneapolis and I in Cleveland, Ohio. There are many fond memories of us swimming, fishing, and just generally raising hell. One of my fondest memories what when Scott came to Cleveland for a visit. We were in our teens and I took him to a great club (Le Cave) that featured fold musicians. We went to a Tom Paxton concert and felt very cool that they served us beer as minors. Around mid-show Tom Paxton stopped his music and told us "I don't want to come on strong but if you came to talk you came to the wrong place." I remember the scolding like it was yesterday. Anyway, that evening gave Scott the folk music bug and the rest is history.
Here is to you Cuz. May the trail rise up to meet you.
DVF