My favorite memory of Sam is his entrance to our Halloween party, at our upstairs apartment in LA. Sam wore a long black cloak and walked on stilts he had fashioned out of tall tomato juice cans strapped to his feet. He made it across the parking lot and up the stairs, but as he stepped in the door and onto the thick carpet, he fell headlong into the crowd, sending drinks and grad students flying. It was spectacular.
Sam's vibrance and enthusiasm inspired a passion for science in me when the grad school grind was at its most tedious. His excitement was infectious and I will miss him dearly.
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