Just Like Santa

Somehow Steve would always find a way to be the person that would travel to Ireland for work trips. I am not sure, but I think he kind of liked the place.... On two occasions he let me come with him. Not very often did he let this happen but In each case we would invariably end the day at the pub drinking one kind of brown liquid or another. Great conversations would always ensue about family, and life and sometimes even work would creep in, especially as the night got longer and the drinks started arriving in shorter glasses. For some reason, he always seemed more at peace on these trips than normal. On our last trip in November, we spent the final night in Dublin and were having a taste of whiskey in the hotel bar the night before flying out. I snapped a picture of him, drink in hand with a tall Christmas tree in the background. With the full white beard, he looked just like Santa sitting there. I remember texting the picture to Donna much to Steve's dismay but it gave me a chuckle. I believe Donna liked it as well. ;-) One of many memories of Steve but one that is indelibly etched in my mind. ~Ray Guidotti