Sam Is IT

Pics of Sam

A few scanned photos.

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Sam's Baby Picture

I was such a cute baby. What happened?

1967 Summer Camp - Group Photo

I worked as a waiter at Camp Orinsekwa on Knickerbocker Lake in Niverville, New York (near Albany). I'm in the front row, second from the left.

They also took individual photos.

1977 Key West, FL

I spent the winter of 77-78 in Key West working in a bicycle shop and then a Chinese restaurant. Here I'm on a boat trip out to the coral reefs. It had been stormy so we didn't see a lot. And I got seasick, very seasick. Woof...

1978 Cedar Breaks, Utah

This is my bicycle next to a snow drift. I took a day trip to Cedar Breaks, so most of my gear was back at the campground.

c1993 Chemical Engineering, University of Washington

Me at my Mac IIci surrounded by servers.

c1993 Chemical Engineering, University of Washington

Another view, different day. There's a Vax workstation behind me to the right. We had three of them, I named them Moe, Larry, and Curly. Of course, Moe was the ringleader.

c1999 University of Washington

My group had UW's photographer take "official" photos.

Sam's Tales

This will include unique, humorous experiences.

The Story of “SamIsIT”

When I was bicycling around the US I was in a small town where the highway widened to four lanes. I was waiting in the right lane at the only traffic light when a carload of teenagers pulled up next to me. A girl leaned out, tapped me on the shoulder, and said "You're It." They peeled out burning rubber and left me in the dust. So technically I'm still it! SamIsIT has a double meaning: I'm still it and I do IT (Information Technology).

In 1971-72 I lived in a coop at the University of Michigan. It had a courtyard with a raised mound in the middle. There were three dogs; a shepherd/collie mix, a huge dog from next door, and a tiny mutt. The mutt could turn on a dime. She'd get the other two chasing her around the mound, then she'd turn 90 degrees, run a short distance, turn around, and stop to enjoy the ensuing mayhem. The shepherd/collie would skid to a halt trying to turn. The huge dog was so dumb she'd turn her body sideways at full speed and flip ass over teakettle. You knew the mutt was laughing her ass off.

One day at lunch we had a heated discussion about the meaningfulness of statistics. It was getting nowhere. A friend piped in and asked "How many grilled cheese sandwiches did Oscar (the cook) make?" We answered about 50. Then my friend asked "How many people ate lunch?" We guessed about 30. Then he asked for a statistic. Everyone said the average person ate 5/3 grilled cheese sandwiches. My friend pointed out a far more disturbing statistic: the average grilled cheese sandwich was eaten by only 3/5 of a person. The discussion ended.

Sam's History

I'll put a brief bio here once I sanitize it so it can't be used for identity theft.

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