Jim Mccullough
Deeply saddened to just find out of Al’s (Stevie to me) passing. I grew up with Stevie living next door in Barrington, NJ. There simply isn’t one best memory, they were all great. Escher’s and McCullough’s were like a family.
One memory was how we would shoot baskets together for hours on end, then played basketball in a summer league just after 8th grade. Our team won the league, largely because Stevie played and dominated Center, and I would bring the ball down calling plays that we knew like the back of our hands. Most plays would be setting up drives to the backboard, but designed to pass to Big Al, and he always delivered… 2 points, over and over!
Only wish time hadn’t separated us after High School. Miss ya buddy.
