Scott has a handsome man. He was smart, funny, and often kind. Scott was born into extreme poverty, hardship, and chaos. He never knew his father and his mother died before he was twelve years old. A sad and troubled child, he came to live with an uncle and aunt in Sacramento. Although they did all they could to make up for his very difficult early life, he became a troubled man. Even with all this, he was able to connect with many people before his life spiraled down into severe drug and alcohol addiction which ultimately ended his life much too early.
He had problems and died young. However, we remember him fondly for his commitment to live his life full tilt, as if he knew he had little time here on earth. Let us be grateful that he experienced great joy with those who knew and loved him, as well as joyous that he shared the very best of himself with us. We were, and are, better people for having known him. -- KDW
Scott and I had sort of a crush on each other in high school. I knew how hard his life had been, and yet he could make jokes, laugh, and he loved to see others laugh as well. Scott, Winson, me, and a few others all hung out at Paradise Beach and Paradise Island in the summers. That's when I felt I knew the "real Scott" that few others knew. If he liked and trusted you he would be your best friend. We shared some good times, but sometimes his moodiness caused him to be so misunderstood by others, and he often felt that he didn't "fit in." He was my date for the Sac. High Junior Prom and he even learned to dance so that he could dance with me at the Prom! What a guy! As difficult as his life was, I remember he did have the ability to find some joy in it. I'm sorry his life ended so early and was so troubled. We miss you Scott......Bev (Stevens) Edwards
If you look at our Senior Prom picture in the year book, Scott really stands out in his unconventional attire. But that was Scott. He was his own person and probably the first "rebel" and most genuine person I knew then! Becci!
Scott had a great, unique personality and a good sense of humor. I always wondered what happened to him...he was definitely ahead of his time. He may have thrived if he was born 5 years later and came of age when his counterculture attitude was the norm. He was smart, friendly and funny. Too bad he was overwhelmed-- he had a lot to offer and he brightened many people's day.
One of my favorite memories of Scott was when he would (often) plop a box down in the middle of the Quad, stand upon it, and begin to orate. On the evils of Capitalism, Socialism, School Administrators, Politicians... or whatever else he might choose to lecture us about on any given day. I was impressed, he was a good public speaker...
I lost contact with him for several years while I was in the Service, but was surprised to find him enrolled with me at City College in the spring of 1967... We would spend hours in the cafeteria reading the S. F. Chronicle and especially Herb Caen's column...
Scott had a dream of being a Reporter for the Chronicle and moved to San Francisco to pursue that dream... And although that dream never quite came to pass, individual that he was, he wound up being a grip man on San Francisco's cable cars... One of the most amazing and interesting people I've ever met...
Tammy Finch (DeWitt)
Scott has a handsome man. He was smart, funny, and often kind. Scott was born into extreme poverty, hardship, and chaos. He never knew his father and his mother died before he was twelve years old. A sad and troubled child, he came to live with an uncle and aunt in Sacramento. Although they did all they could to make up for his very difficult early life, he became a troubled man. Even with all this, he was able to connect with many people before his life spiraled down into severe drug and alcohol addiction which ultimately ended his life much too early.
He had problems and died young. However, we remember him fondly for his commitment to live his life full tilt, as if he knew he had little time here on earth. Let us be grateful that he experienced great joy with those who knew and loved him, as well as joyous that he shared the very best of himself with us. We were, and are, better people for having known him. -- KDW
Beverly Stevens (Edwards)
Scott and I had sort of a crush on each other in high school. I knew how hard his life had been, and yet he could make jokes, laugh, and he loved to see others laugh as well. Scott, Winson, me, and a few others all hung out at Paradise Beach and Paradise Island in the summers. That's when I felt I knew the "real Scott" that few others knew. If he liked and trusted you he would be your best friend. We shared some good times, but sometimes his moodiness caused him to be so misunderstood by others, and he often felt that he didn't "fit in." He was my date for the Sac. High Junior Prom and he even learned to dance so that he could dance with me at the Prom! What a guy! As difficult as his life was, I remember he did have the ability to find some joy in it. I'm sorry his life ended so early and was so troubled. We miss you Scott......Bev (Stevens) Edwards
Rebecca "Becci" Viratos (Hanna)
If you look at our Senior Prom picture in the year book, Scott really stands out in his unconventional attire. But that was Scott. He was his own person and probably the first "rebel" and most genuine person I knew then! Becci!
Carol Lee Gaye (Bacigalupi)
Scott had a great, unique personality and a good sense of humor. I always wondered what happened to him...he was definitely ahead of his time. He may have thrived if he was born 5 years later and came of age when his counterculture attitude was the norm. He was smart, friendly and funny. Too bad he was overwhelmed-- he had a lot to offer and he brightened many people's day.
John Morris
One of my favorite memories of Scott was when he would (often) plop a box down in the middle of the Quad, stand upon it, and begin to orate. On the evils of Capitalism, Socialism, School Administrators, Politicians... or whatever else he might choose to lecture us about on any given day. I was impressed, he was a good public speaker...
I lost contact with him for several years while I was in the Service, but was surprised to find him enrolled with me at City College in the spring of 1967... We would spend hours in the cafeteria reading the S. F. Chronicle and especially Herb Caen's column...
Scott had a dream of being a Reporter for the Chronicle and moved to San Francisco to pursue that dream... And although that dream never quite came to pass, individual that he was, he wound up being a grip man on San Francisco's cable cars... One of the most amazing and interesting people I've ever met...