One of the highlights of my brief time at the Detroit Free Press was getting to know Steve Nickerson, who was a staff photographer there. He was a truly wonderful guy — spirited as hell — and always made everyone want to do their creative best. After a long period of being out of touch, we re-connected thanks to Facebook. Steve was every bit the same guy, but by then he had been sucker-punched by an ultimately fatal disease. He beat the shit out of scleroderma for a lot longer than people expected, but it ultimately took his life this week. In his honor, I will observe a moment of complete insanity. He would've loved that.
Read Steve's obituary here.