What can I say that I haven’t said on other websites dedicated to Steve? He was one of my best friends since 1964. We talked every
week by phone, and I’m trying to keep the good and funny memories in mind. I’ve been mourning is passing for three days now, but it does help to read all the wonderful things that are being said about my dear friend. A big thanks should go to Manny Rivera who started this website and worked all night to set it up. May God bless him. May God also watch over Steve, his family, his friends, and his listeners. There are too many stories about Steve to tell. I’ll try to get the best ones together and come back to tell you about them. Please know that Steve loved doing his shows as much as you enjoyed listening to them. I’ll miss him terribly, but I know God is taking
good care of him, and Steve is now at peace with no more pain. Te adoro, Steve!!!!
Laura from Chicago
Steve and I were best friends in Las Cruces High. We didn’t share every interest, but we both had a taste for adventure and humor – and taking these to the edge. After high school, I went away to college, and Steve and I parted ways in terms of career and lifestyle. But whenever I returned to Las Cruces to visit family, Steve and I always got together, and we could always relate closely due to our shared sense of humor.
Of course everyone who met Steve, or listened to him on the radio, was aware of his funny side. He was a spontaneous comedian. But with friends his sense of humor often ranged wider and deeper than he usually allowed in public. Irony, sarcasm, the absurd, the bizarre – he relished them all, as I did.
Chicken fat and booze. That was my favorite line when Steve Crosno was a powerhouse on El Paso radio, and he used it often in his efforts to make us laugh. For example, someone would ask: “What’s for lunch at El Paso Tech?” The response was Crosno’s clip: “Chicken Fat and Booze.” And, boy, I cracked up.
He would get into arguments with children, who would often come out on top by putting Crosno down. For example, a little girl’s voice would say: “Steve Crosno is so dumb.” Another voice would chime in: “How dumb is he?” The response would be something like: “Well, he thinks that a Quarterback is a refund.” Or words to that effect. You know, the jokes were corny, but the way Steve said them, they became hilarious.