1. Steve had always requested that his body be cremated, so my sister Susan and I set up the arrangements the day after Steve died. Several days later, the funeral director called Susan to get some information about Steve, e.g., date of birth, etc. When it came to the question of race, the funeral director said, “Hispanic, right?” Susan had a heck of a time convincing him that Steve was anglo, but she did and they continued with the questions, Father’s name, Mother’s name. Mother’s name (as you-all may or may not know) was Manuela. Her grandparents traveled to New mexico about a hundred years ago, heard the name, and fell in love with it. At any rate, when the funeral director got to Mother’s name, and Susan said: “Manuela,” she then had to convince him all over again that Steve was anglo.

    Steve would have loved this. He was always so flattered when he was mistaken for one of “la Raza.”

  2. Crosno will always be in our hearts.

    I first heard of Steve Crosno back in the 80’s when he was working at B-94 FM. Yes I’m just turning 33, so I must have been one of the last friends he made in the last 10 years. I am an inspired singer and that’s how I met Steve. My ex-girlfriend’s sister Sylvia Salinas used to work at the dentist office that Steve used to go to and she gave him a copy of my demo tape along with my phone number. Steve then called me and wanted to see my stage presence, he was amazed by it (or so he said), and decided to help me boost my music career. He helped me find gigs and put together the music tapes for my performances.
    It was July 4th 1996 and I had a performance in the morning show at Channel 44 in Juarez, he had the day off so he went with me. The hostesses of the show decided to interview him on camera and Steve got a little nervous because he wasn’t expecting that, especially having to speak Spanish!! But he did great.
    During that time our relationship was mostly about music, gigs, tapes etc. until the movie Twister came out. He so wanted to go see it and asked me if I was interested, I wanted to watch the movie as well so we went. That day, we walked out of the theater talking about how awesome the movie was, just like a couple of teenagers after watching a superhero movie. He then discovered my love for nature. The next day he called me and saying: “You’re going to think I’m insane but, do you want to go see Twister again?” I loved the movie so I didn’t mind watching it again, and again. He saw the movie 7 times in the theater, I went with him 5.
    After that, a very nice friendship started, I met his mom, Linda and eventually Susan, his sisters. I got to say, all of the goodness that Steve had, his mother probably gave it to him.. For all those who met Mrs. Crosno you know what I’m talking about, and I should say I consider myself lucky for meeting her before she left us.
    I never, ever saw Steve angry at all. I never heard him say the word “hate” in relation to a person, not even after dealing with the evil executives from La Caliente. (But that’s a different story).

    As most of you know Steve loved nature at it’s best, cloudy warm days, rain, as much as you can get, thunder and lightning, or crickets at night under clear skies contemplating the stars.
    I was lucky enough to be with him on his last vacation trip back in ‘98. All we were doing was visiting as many national parks as we could. We went from the Sandia Peak in Albuquerque to Rocky Mountain National to Yellowstone, Zion, Bryce Canyon, Grand Canyon, Petrified Forest, Painted Desert and Oak Creek Canyon. Steve told me that he learned of all those places through his parents and wanted to pass it on to me, because that’s what Steve was to me, like the father I never had. I learned so much from him, he was an excellent teacher.
    He was always there to help whoever needed it. At a time I went through rough times and needed a place to stay for a couple of weeks, Steve managed to set me up with his sister Linda to house sit her home because she was going to be out of town. That worked out really good while I found a place to live. Thank you Linda and Randy for that, I will never forget such gesture.

    Our friendship grew stronger day by day even after I moved to Las Vegas, NV. We kept in touch and visited him every time I would get back in town. My last visit was on July 28th at the hospital, we talked for a long time and he sadly said good bye to me, I didn’t want to hear any good byes but he insisted. He knew that was going to be last time we would see each other.
    I then started to talk about our nature vacation and the crazy stuff we went through we had some laughs and I even cried as many other times that he gave me his shoulder to shed my tears. I promised to call him on his birthday which was supposed to be August 6th, but left a day before.

    I would like to suggest to the people from El Paso to ask the city for a street with his name and a plaza with a statue or some kind of tribute to the person that gave everything for El Paso. After all he did I think he really deserves it. I just heard that Rosa Guerrero has a street and an elementary school name after her and God knows it was the first time I ever heard of the woman. Why not do something similar for Steve Crosno? I just wish it would’ve happened when he was still with us.

    Edgar Agustin

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