Condolences

1. Butch Kranzfelder says

   November 20, 2013 at 10:18 AM

   During the Cathedral years, Coop helped me crash my father’s car (it was minor) and let me sleep on his ping pong table the night before the ’64 Indy 500, in the closing days of the “Month of Must”. In those years and later, he excelled in our pick-up games of basketball, baseball, and golf. He was a good athlete.
   And he was a very good friend, a true Fisher Fart, countless good times through the crazy sixties and seventies. Though they did take their toll, sadly. Later, he had to slow down, but he was still the same good guy, true to the end. I am privileged to have known Coop and been his friend, and I will always love all the memories of him.

2. Chris and Sandy Wood says

   November 20, 2013 at 11:38 AM

   Steve and Marcia were our next door neighbors In Indy for several years. We have never had better neighbors before or since. We shared a love for the Colts and attended games together on the Milano Inn bus. We also shared a love of animals, especially dogs and enjoyed many years of having Trixie next door. When we would be away Steve and Marcia would care for our menagerie of pets, particularly the gecko who had to be dusted with powder weekly. Steve dubbed it the “ghost gecko”. In the past few years Marcia would stop by when in Indy, but Steve couldn’t come due to his health. He was a generous and fun loving friend and we will miss him.
   Chris and Sandy Wood

3. Doug Spitzer says

   November 20, 2013 at 2:51 PM

   My condolences to Marcia, Angela, and the rest of Coop’s family. I am privileged to have been Steve’s friend since the sixth grade at St. Christopher. After high school, we did not see too much of each other, except for Cathedral HS reunions and a memorable Fart gathering in Las Vegas. He is always a fun, no BS guy and will be missed. I feel fortunate that in the last month we had some good conversations. Old friends are the best.
   Love to all,
   Doug Spitzer

4. Ramona Aldrich says

   November 20, 2013 at 2:51 PM

   Dear Marcia,
   I was so sorry to hear of Steve’s passing. I will be thinking of you, Angela and Jovin. Having trouble with my computer – please call me at my home number (765-284-1673) when it’s convenient for you.
   Ramona

5. Janice Cooper Davis says

   November 25, 2013 at 7:04 AM

   Steve was my brother and although he was honest with everyone he was a very compassionate person. I will miss our conversations regarding animal behavior and animal rights. I still can’t believe he is gone. I hated to let him go, but I believe he is in a much better place. Rest without pain Steve.

6. Jo laRoche says

   November 25, 2013 at 12:05 PM

   Steve is my brother whom I loved dearly. He was always my friend as well. I will miss my trips to go and see him and hear the latest on his dogs antics. He was a caring person and a wonderful Dad, uncle, brother and husband. He will be missed.

7. tim micheli says

   November 25, 2013 at 12:51 PM

   Marcia, Angela, and family. I met Coop in high school and we became life long friends. I think it was Aldous Huxley who said the highest ideal for which one should strive is harmlessness and I believe Coop never harmed anyone or anything. He was kind,understanding, wise and gentle.He was atletic and loved golf and poker. Just about 2 months ago when he was he was very weak, he would get off the golf cart and hit the ball as far and true as any of us. I miss you coop and give Sugar Bob a hug for me. Tim Micheli

8. Angela Crow says

   November 25, 2013 at 1:21 PM

   Hello everyone. I just wanted to thank you for coming here, for leaving a story, and for loving my dad. He had a wild life, and left behind many memories! We really love hearing them all. Don’t be shy. Love to all. ~Angela (and Jovin)

9. Bob Walke says

   November 27, 2013 at 3:23 PM

   I want to offer my condolences to you, Marcia and Angela and family.
   I first met Coop in high school where we shared a few classes and more than a few laughs. He had a way of telling a story, back then it was usually about some classmates run in with a teacher/coach/policeman.
   In telling this one story about another classmate, Coop started with basic journalist stuff—the who, what, where, and why.
   “Dave decided to ride his motorcycle through the halls of Washington High School one day,” said Coop.
   And for Coop, the “why” would always come with a smile and turn a little toward the “Hell, why not?”
   “Dave had stretched the limits of our schools detention/punishment system and so he wondered what Washington might have to offer. I liked that about Steve.
   After high school we did not meet up again until one day in 1973 at the local college, IUPUI in Indy. We both had returned from the military and were taking classes. I think Coop wrote articles for the college newspaper.
   One evening while sitting at a table in the cafeteria, Coop looked at me and said, “Let’s smoke a joint.” “What!” Right here in the cafeteria?”
   IUPUI was a day school with a large adult student body; people taking classes after work, mainly. And in the cafeteria this particular evening you could see that some of the adult students were wearing police uniforms.
   No. We did not light one up. But I think Coop expressed what many people felt back then. He did that throughout his life. It was his gift.
   Angela, your father loved the truth. And that’s what we all loved about him. He will be missed.
   Bob Walke

10. Barry Plant says

    December 17, 2013 at 11:18 PM

    I have just learned of Steve’s passing. Although Steve was only a passing moment of sweet friendship in my life, my memory of him remains vivid. He and his remarkable wife, Marcia will always be remembered as two of those free spirits that had the courage to be everything life could allow them to be. Rest joyously, Steve. Shine on, Marcia.

11. Jody Landman says

    January 17, 2014 at 12:30 PM

    Steve,
    You must know how I hate to say goodbye to you.
    It seems like yesterday, but I am retrieving forty one years of memories which I will cherish forever.
    I am picturing you in the back of the pickup truck with your sunglasses on, sitting in the big faded chair.
    Remembering your dry wit will always put a smile on my face.
    You almost had Sugarbob convinced I needed that riding lawnmower.
    I am pretty sure the heavens are booming with the Coop/Sugarbob reunion duet: The night was clear and the moon was yellow. And the leaves were tumbling down…
    I am grateful for so many years of knowing you.