Two weeks ago, I got a message from a high school friend, who I occasionally interact with on Facebook: “Hi Erik. Steve Kille passed. I’m not sure when you last talked to him, but I thought I’d let you know.” I was shocked and continue to be saddened whenever I think about my friend. Though we haven’t spoken or seen each other in nearly 30 years, apart from trading a few emails once I managed to hunt down my friend through the band he played for and some interviews in rock magazines, it seems odd that his passing would loom so heavy in my heart given the lifetime that has passed since I last s...
