The Legend of The Steve Lady
http://www.sfbaytimes.com/?sec=article&article_id=91159/25/2008
I knew of The Steve Lady years before he became known as The Steve
Lady, if you call cowering with wide eyes and curiosity as he
elegantly sauntered past you with a pair of his closest friends at the
End-up to their familiar spot at the bar like they had just burst out
of an F. Scott Fitzgerald novel. No, I wouldn't say I really knew him
as much as I was intrigued and intimidated by this aura of glamour he
and his friends exuded when they walked in a room. I assumed all sorts
of things about the trio, like they were descendents of some old world
aristocracy, blue bloods educated in European boarding schools who had
parents like Dianne Von Furstenberg or Aristotle Onassis and visited
the French Riviera annually.
