I think about him most every day.
I talk about him often.
I wish he were here in my newsroom.
My office isn't in Silver City anymore, but it still feels empty without him.
This job feels odd without his input and vigor.
Someone asked me Saturday if I thought you could be a journalist without a degree. Sam is proof of that. He unwittingly put many scholared journalists to shame.
This picture is on my cell phone still and always will be. Along with his phone number, and his friendship on Facebook. Call it denial or what you will.
He's still my friend.