So it came to be that on a beautiful Indian Summer afternoon, as the sun went down and it started to cool off, we waited for our dedications. We weren't alone, thousands of folks in Southern New Mexico were doing the same thing.. listening to Crosno. Nothing would ever be this right or good again, a moment forever fixed in time. Within a year Steve would pass away, it shows in his voice but not in his spirit...
I recorded this on a cassette tape straight off the air, I later converted it to an mp3 file.
