[Congressional Record Volume 156, Number 95 (Wednesday, June 23, 2010)]
[Senate]
[Page S5311]
From the Congressional Record Online through the Government Publishing Office [www.gpo.gov]




                            MORNING BUSINESS

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                       REMEMBERING STEPHEN YOUNG

  Mr. BYRD. Mr. President, the State of West Virginia and the Nation's 
coal industry lost a very good man last week, and I lost a good friend. 
Mr. Stephen Young, a native of Buckhannon, WV, who had been the vice 
president of government affairs at Consol Energy for more than three 
decades, passed away on June 15th.
  Steve and I worked together to protect and promote the best interests 
of coal, a vital form of energy which has helped make our country 
strong, and on which our Nation depends. I always, I repeat, always, 
found Steve Young to be a friendly and cooperative person with whom to 
work, as well as a decent and considerate man. Steve was a gentleman. 
He was soft spoken, effective in everything he did, and respected and 
liked by all.
  Steve was the director of State operations for Consol Energy. He had 
also been president of the West Virginia Coal Association and had 
served on the Board of Directors of a number of other State coal 
associations. He also served on the board of directors of the West 
Virginia Chamber of Commerce and was a member of its executive 
committee. As a tribute to his talents, a few years ago, Steve was 
elected to the West Virginia Coal Hall of Fame.
  Mr. Young was simply devoted to the coal industry, to the progress of 
West Virginia, his home State which he loved dearly, and to his family. 
I will certainly miss him and his vast experience and expertise.
  I extend my heart felt condolences to his wife Maureen, his children 
and grandchildren, and his sister.

                           Scent of the Roses

     Let fate do her worst, there are relics of joy,
     Bright dreams of the past that she cannot destroy,
     That come in the night-time of sorrow and care,
     And bring back the features that joy used to wear.

     Long, long be my heart with such memories filled,
     Like the vase in which roses have once been distilled,
     You may break, you may shatter the vase if you will,
     But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.--Thomas 
           Moore.

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