Over the weekend a friend was hit and killed on Route 1 just North of Ano Nuevo State Park, in San Mateo County. I hadn't seen him for 6 years, but I always wanted to get in touch with him since we'd both moved to San Francisco. Steve and I went to the same college at different times, and majored in something completely different than what we managed to pull off in our professional lives (he english, me geography).
Needless to say I'm a bit shaken up over all of it. Steve is the 2nd person I know who was killed unsuspectingly by a drunk driver. Ironically, another friend named Steve was killed back in 1998 in my hometown driving home at 9am from a meeting on a rural road, by a drunk driver. He was 26 years old. My friend was 30. Way too soon to leave us.
I keep thinking about Steve's voice. I sat within earshot of him and always heard him on the phone speaking to customers. His voice was so calming and soothing. If I were a disgruntled angry customer, I'm sure I would feel better in some way after speaking to him. It sounds so hokey, but his voice was calming to me. Steve, you will be sorely missed.
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