Steven K. Kludt

A longtime friend. Some of my memories include: the sound effects he would make, particularly after a couple beers. He was the only person I ever saw that could play guitar from either side. He would often play ping pong with two paddles, one in each hand. Some called him magic, he was unique in many ways.
You will be missed my friend.

As my brother Mike noted above, Steve was one of a kind! I got to know Steve pretty well while in college at Moorhead, during junior year, he would crash at our student apartment for a couple of weeks from time to time. During senior year, the two of us shared an apartment during the first part of the year above what was known at the time, Tom’s Pizza. I recall a time, he suggested we have pizza for dinner (one of the very few times we both were home at the same time). Since we both were living on the cheap, I suggested a 3-dollar store-bought frozen pizza. Steve said that wouldn’t do. He proclaimed a fresh baked pizza was far better so we gathered up what little cash we had and enjoyed a wonderful meal. Steve seemed to love living in the moment and taking it all in. If there ever was someone, I knew who would write the Great American Novel, it was Steve.