Wilson, North Carolina
After a career that has wandered through more cities and systems than a sane person would put on one résumé.
During COVID, Steve moving was on everyone’s bingo card.
Transit leader, roadgeek, airport geek, Amtrak rider, traveler, Eagle Scout, LEGO enthusiast and lifelong student of how people — and places — connect.
Professional life, transportation obsession, Scouting, dogs, LEGO and family history all live here without pretending they are unrelated.
Transit leader. Eagle Scout. Western Illinois University alumnus. Roadgeek, rail fan and airport geek. LEGO builder, dog dad and traveler who firmly believes getting there is part of the story. Illinois roots; Wilson, North Carolina home base.
Family status: Oldest child for 42 years. Then, all of a sudden, I needed therapy for being my father’s middle child. Still my mother’s oldest. No therapy required for that.
I was born in 1975 to Robert and Deborah Beck in Rochelle, Illinois. I attended Lincoln School, Rochelle Junior High and Rochelle Township High School, graduating in 1993.
Scouting became a major part of my life beginning in first grade with Pack 552. In 1987 I joined Troop 312, where I earned Eagle Scout. I later returned as the final Scoutmaster of Troop 312 and helped two young men earn Eagle Scout.
I graduated from Kishwaukee College in 1998 and Western Illinois University in 2000, then returned for my master’s degree, finally finishing in 2011 after a transportation internship. During college I was recognized in Who’s Who Among Students in American Universities & Colleges and inducted into Rho Phi Lambda.
My first career began with the Boy Scouts of America in 2001. After leaving professional Scouting and spending a few years figuring out what I wanted to be when I grew up, I returned to graduate school.
Then transportation found me.
I began driving a bus for Laidlaw in 2007, became a supervisor with First Transit in 2009, and became a General Manager with Durham School Services in 2012. From there came transit systems, startups, moves, executive roles and considerably more mileage than any sensible career path should require.
SITW is personal too: Steve, Ike, Tucker & Wilson. It is the professional side of my life and the guy who can spend entirely too much time studying an interchange, airport terminal, transit map or highway sign.
After a career that has wandered through more cities and systems than a sane person would put on one résumé.
During COVID, Steve moving was on everyone’s bingo card.
Western Illinois University, Scouting, transit and enough Midwest road mileage to have opinions about practically every route shield.
Work, communities, organizations, people, and occasionally a website.
Operations, service delivery, workforce leadership, startups, labor relations and the real-world work of making schedules actually happen.
For the guidance, friendship, confidence and occasional reality check throughout my career. Many people teach you how to do a job. A true mentor helps you become the leader you were meant to be. Thank you, Jude.
Community transportation, paratransit, Medicaid and county service delivery.
Large-scale fixed-route operations with hundreds of operators and frontline leaders.
Transit operations, startups, contract performance, service redesign and system improvement.
Accountability, direct communication, measurable service and fixing the problem instead of admiring it.
Not everything worth collecting fits on a shelf.
Primary Interstates, 3DIs, complete routes, partial routes and occasional designation nonsense.
Illinois corridor trains, sleeper trips, stories and one telephone pole that was not on the itinerary.
Airports visited, terminal opinions and rankings absolutely nobody commissioned.
Editorial policy remains unchanged: Wyoming receives no unnecessary 3DI without compelling evidence and adult supervision.
Stations are easier to understand than a giant map, and the stories are the interesting part anyway.
From Illinois corridor trips to a bucket-list sleeper trip west — plus the Southwest Chief from Galesburg to Chicago.
A sleeper with Dad, moving my things from Colorado back to Illinois.
And then there was the Chicago trip that did not make it to Chicago because the train encountered a telephone pole. That one was not on the bucket list.
50 airports & aviation locations visited. Search by city, state/territory, country, airport name or code.
Vietnam Veterans Memorial • Atwood Park • 1991
Eagle Scout Project — Troop 312, Rochelle, Illinois
Two men whose leadership, guidance and example helped shape not only the Scout I became, but the man and leader I became afterward. Thank you for helping show me the way.
Because a personal site that skips Ike, Tucker and Wilson would be objectively defective.
Ike did not hide his opinions. If he was mad at you, he ignored you. If he wanted attention, subtlety was not part of the process: he climbed into my lap and smacked me in the face with his paw.
Mom said “no,” and Ike listened. I said “no,” and Ike apparently heard, “Challenge accepted.” He escaped, visited the neighbors, begged for treats and returned as though absolutely nothing unusual had happened.
At work he sat on the desk, watched everyone and quickly learned who would feed him and who would not. A friend at the Illinois Department of Transportation simply referred to him as HR. The title stuck.

Before HR had officially taken over.

Ike at home, where he belongs.
Senior management, professional cuddler and current senior statesman of the household. Compensation package primarily consists of treats.
Younger division. Specializes in unauthorized departures and perimeter testing.
Some titles are permanent. Director of Human Resources remains one of them.
Genealogy, family stories and the chapter that included finding an older sister at 46.
Trips are better when getting there becomes part of the story.
Some people decorate. Steve acquires things with route numbers, airport codes, Scout history or several thousand plastic bricks.
Architecture, vehicles, oversized builds and the ongoing belief that there is always room for one more set.
Roads, rails, runways and buildings make considerably more sense once they have been reduced to several thousand interlocking plastic pieces.

Because apparently one Minion was never going to be enough.

Pretty self-explanatory.
Because apparently visiting a city is not enough. It should also occupy shelf space afterward.
The larger the set, the more convincing the argument that it counts as home décor.
Because sometimes the road less traveled is water — and every trip seems to come with a story, a witness, or Jeff.
It is the collection of trips, places, people and moments I actually remember — which, in my world, is considerably more entertaining.
Royal Caribbean became the cruise line of choice. Carnival got one cruise. That was sufficient research.
Who went: Steve, Jeff Dodd and Phillip Bryan.
The cruise that started the sea-going chapter and established a very clear cruise-line preference.
Official retrospective: Carnival SUCKS. We tried it. Research completed.
Who went: Steve and Jeff Dodd.
The trip included the Bahamas, Jamaica and Haiti. After helping Jeff move, we went on a cruise that included Haiti. Two weeks later, the devastating 2010 earthquake struck.
That timing turned what had simply been a vacation memory into something I would always look back on differently.
Who went: Steve, Al and Ms. Lucy Foozie.
A Pride boat ride on Lake Michigan. Not a traditional ocean cruise, but a boat, Chicago, Pride and this group absolutely qualifies as a travel story.
Who went: Steve, Jeff Dodd and Al Stout.
I sailed from Fort Lauderdale on Oasis of the Seas.
Itinerary: Nassau, St. Thomas and Sint Maarten. Jeff upgraded us to a two-story loft suite.
There are ordinary birthday trips, and then there is turning 40 in a two-story suite on Oasis.
Who went: Steve, Jeff, Al and Jason.
Back aboard Oasis of the Seas, sailing from Fort Lauderdale.
Itinerary: Curaçao, Aruba, Cabo Rojo (Dominican Republic) and CocoCay. This time the accommodations were a Royal Suite.
Forty established the standard. Fifty made absolutely no attempt to lower it.
The birthday cruises, Caribbean ports and a few stories that earned permanent map status.
Jeff went to the maître d’. Whatever happened in that conversation worked, because the main dining room service for the rest of the cruise was spectacular.
Conclusion: do not underestimate Jeff when dining standards are involved.
Jeff deserves credit for helping turn me into an Amtrak business-class and five-star-hotel snob.
Airplane first class, however, was entirely my own mistake. Once experienced, coach became considerably less charming.
Professional inquiries, transit conversations, roadgeek arguments, airport opinions, or a compelling case for why an Interstate designation actually makes sense.