Sorry to learn of Steve’s passing. He was an interesting and very nice man. I’m sure he will be missed.

Been trying to reach him for a long time. Was worried for the worst… been selling him flowers but he was more of a friend than a customer! He was truly a great person.
Gonna miss ya Steve RIP.

Santiago V

It’s been almost 3 years since you left us Dad. I miss you and think of you often and now Mom added to that list makes this a bit harder to revisit. I’m comforted in knowing you are together on the other side where there is only love and peace. I love you very much and time doesn’t change my feeling of emptiness from the loss of your presence. 9/10/23

Steve, The Roseman, or The Felonious Monk, as we his brothers here in Vero Beach knew and loved… well liked him a lot, knew him! I met the Roseman at the end of the 1990s when he would stop by my office with flowers. My now ex-wife got a very nice bouquet every Friday for many, many years that came from Steve. When Steve found out I was a paralegal AND a bill collector, I began to see a lot more of Steve, and I helped him tilt at his windmills, like how the Press Journal should not charge him to print prayers to Saint Anthony because of “reasons”, or deal with bothersome bill collectors who were trying to strong-arm him into paying a long out of statute disputed debt(that one was really fun for both Steve and I). It wasn’t long before he became a daily visitor at my office after I went out on my own and opened U.S. Credit’s 12th St office. We spent many hundreds of days having some of the most amazing conversations, some religious, as I am Jewish, and Steve never gave up trying to convince me that the New Testament was actually a sequel, and others that were nothing short of fantastical! When Steve got sick, he introduced me to his friend Timmy. He told me that he knew he was short for the world and Timmy needed someone to look after his interests, as he had been doing, and he decided I was the guy for the job. Timmy has become one of my very best friends over the past 5 years since we lost the Felonious Monk, and he would give it to me good for the tears that are flowing down my very furry face, but I think he would smile a little too. Tim and I still talk about our time being friends with Steve, and we are amazed that over the 20 years we had known him, we had never been introduced or met the other even though we both felt like we knew each other because Steve would talk about Timmy to me, and talk about me with Timmy.
I talk to Steve’s spirit much more often than is probably healthy. I will never stop, as I am so very sure that one day he will answer me and let me know who was right. Steve will live on in the stories he told (there are a lot of them) and in the stories we tell about our own experiences with Steve, or Stephen, or The Roseman, or as his most telling nom de plume, the Felonious Monk. (There are a lot of those, too.) Steve was more than a friend, at least to Tim and me, he was a brother. It has taken me this long to come here and leave my note, as I knew it would ruin me, just for a little while, and I am sure the Monk would say that is okay.