Cow of Scottsdale Presents: The Story of Steve & Connie
The Story of Steve & Connie
FAST FORWARD 1997
It was like any other morning, I was getting ready for work. Went outside to get the newspaper and came in to start my breakfast. Sat down at the table to get my breakfast eaten so I can get going. Opened up the paper to the entertainment section and started reading about local happenings when I was taken aback when I read an article about Steve & The Vibratos, it said that Steve wanted to hear from anyone with interesting memories about the band and listed a phone number. I know my mouth dropped open....I hadn't heard anything about Steve for a long time and I could hardly believe my eyes..... Took the article to work with me, couldn't decide whether to call or not...My heart was screaming CALL CALL CALL, so I followed my heart and I picked up the phone and I called. Wouldn't you just know it, the phone rang for a long time, finally I could tell it was answered but not by Steve but by an answering machine. I was so disappointed but I left a message: "Hi, This is Connie, sorry I missed you I will call back later." I was just getting back to work when my phone rang, I answered and heard a voice say "This is Steve, did you just call???" Just about fell out of my chair with that one..... Told Steve that yes it was me... Let him know how much I enjoyed The Vibratos and all the great times of the 60's. Steve asked what my last name was and I told him (kiddingly) he probably would not remember me anyway and that made him ask me all the more...Steve said he had a real good memory and to please tell him my last name... I drug it out just a little longer and finally said "Okay" and told him my last name. All of a sudden I heard on the other end of the telephone, "I Knew It, I Knew It!!! I asked him " Knew What?" Steve told me, you don't know how long I was bugging that reporter to get that article in the paper...I have been looking for you and I knew If you saw it you would call. Steve was right that is exactly what I did.... That same night Steve came to my home and we were together from then on and in late 1997 Steve and I lived together. At last the timing was right, finally right!! Steve had moved back to Arizona from Tennessee in 1996. We were living in West Phoenix at the time and it was turning in to gang central. Every day we were threatened, my mother was always being terrorized by those thugs every time that Steve and I left the house... We finally had enough, Steve and I got in the car and drove over to Scottsdale and went up and down every street. We wrote down all the houses that were for sale or for rent. We turned on one street and there it was a beautiful brick two story house and as luck would have it the Realtor was the wife of a high school friend of Steve. The sales went through so very fast for both our new home and selling the house in Maryvale. We were very lucky... As soon as we found out that the house was officially ours, Steve and I took our electric log to the new house, put it in the fire place and turned it on. We just sat in the middle of the empty living room, cuddled and watched the log as if it was real. We moved in just before Christmas 1999. Our first Christmas in Scottsdale was amazing, we decorated the whole outside and inside of the house. Steve and I even made Christmas Cookies together... That was a Christmas I will always cherish.
Steve was like the "Energizer Bunny" always on the go...He always was working on one project or another and he tackled each one with his all... There was never a dull moment we were always doing something or going somewhere... Steve was my knight in shining armor always protecting me and I loved him more than I think he even knew.. Steve's main issue with me was that I always got his birthday wrong...for some reason I kept thinking in was August 6th when in reality it was August 8th. My argument is that at least I'm not celebrating your birthday late, better to be 2 days early.... Steve never wanted me or anyone to ever see him as anything but strong, you would never know if he was sick or not....He would not allow any weakness to show.
Then in October, 2003 my world came crashing in around me....Steve was picking fights and pushing all my buttons and I didn't know why...Finally I told him "If you are that unhappy just leave" and he said that's what he was going to do... My heart was broken, I couldn't stop crying....This was the worst pain and hurt that I felt since my father died in 1975. I could never get Steve to tell me why....
