Steve Finberg, W1GSL, SK

We crossed paths. Steve was always recruiting volunteers to help staple up announcement posters for swapfest. If you didn't decline strongly enough, you'd never walk away from a conversation with him without a small stack of posters. My impression was of a man with so much history that I knew nothing about: as if I could meet him a hundred times and never be a blip on his radar, he'd been doing this for so long. When you visited the radio society's storage room and saw decade upon decade of dusty and inscrutable equipment, lifetimes' worth of projects, of disassembly and re-assembly--- well, what do I know. Keith can tell you much better than I. But it seems to me that Steve was the kind of person who could start a million things, finish half, and still sleep well at night, comfortable that he'd get to it eventually.

Steve was a really curious character, he had an endless supply of stories but was still excited about tearing down a strange bit of electronics late on a Friday evening. He'd gladly hand you a stack of fluorescent signs to help advertise the swap meet, while explaining about some obscure Draper project from eons ago.

Thank you, Steve.

Thanks, I didn't know that. I find it very poignant.