I remember Steve Meyers as my side partner in Brooklyn. Every time I needed back up, he was there. I didn’t have to call him. He just showed up. Like a shadow. Walt Fennington and me running Hellter- skelter around Brooklyn locking up Charlie every night. Even paid him to leave town. He gave us a run for our money until someone beat him to death in Baltimore Highlands. Now Steve is the gate keeper of historical stuff. He is like set of encyclopedias. If we could just get Kenny Schlien to open his vault. What a wealth of stuff he has! I still have my cb radio or one that was identical to it. And it works.