Yet, he was hardly conventional. The sleeves of the understated gray cashmere sweater he wore that October morning in 1983, on top a simple white, v-neck t-shirt, were pushed up just enough to reveal the coolest watch I had ever seen, strapped high on his left forearm. I wanted very much to get a closer look at it, but I didn’t dare.
When he came out into the lobby to meet with us, I was startled by his informality, his bouncy step, and friendly disposition because the receptionist earlier told us Steve was in an "extremely foul mood."
"His date with Joan Baez last night must not have gone so well," she said. Aqui.