Steve Mork, vocals, jug, bass, in the PH PHactor Jug Band. Photo taken by Herb Greene at the wall in Herb’s studio. This photo is part of the band’s archive.

Girl magnet, musician, farm boy, literature major, veteran of the US Army, vagabond, taxi driver, gregarious, well-loved, divorced, re-married twice, at least three kids and many g-kids. My friend, lover, playmate, housemate, funny, easy-going, hard-working. I was lucky to have reunited with him via email the last four years of his life, twenty-five years after our parting words that hadn’t been unfriendly. I simply had to slip out from under his shadow to find myself.

Our youngest daughters are the same age—we traded parenting tips. We learned about each other’s families, lives, and what was right and what went wrong with our together time which lasted four years 1964-68. Though we couldn’t be a family, Steve went on after me to find religion (Yogananda) and love. He was his same old self at the end, but secure in his faith, happily reunited with children and family.

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