from David Pablo Cohn

Damn it, Sam - I still can't get used to the idea that I'm never going to run into you again, at the top of the stairs in B43. With that glint in your eyes and the smile that tells everyone that the universe has let you in on a beautiful cosmic joke, and you've just gotten the punchline.

All of us - we know that smile, and the enthusiasm with which you shared that joy. Damn. I keep looking down that hallway, still half expecting to hear your voice and see you come bounding around the corner again, hands waving wildly, showing us the trick in a way that, as Andrew said, "you couldn't help but understand." We all miss you terribly.