So many wonderful memories of Uncle Steve. Seeing him on the roof of the house while we pulled up, when you lived near the arena. Seeing him, when I was a kid, standing outside in the back yard on Ivan St., with a beer in one hand and the hose in the other, making the rink for all of us to skate on. Making popcorn in the kitchen on Ivan st and lifting the lid while all the popcorn flew all over and we all laughed gleefully, Uncle Steve included. I`ll miss him more than words can say and will remember him always, with a smile. So sorry about him passing away. Love you all....xo xo xo