This man's encouragement changed the path of my life and I have thought of him often. I never really studied much unless it interested me. I was a very disruptive influence in the classroom always making bad jokes and talking out of turn – but somehow he tolerated me. Physics and its phenomenology interested me. I may be the only person in SGHS that was allowed to attend 3 years of Physics thanks to him. “Physics III”, as we called it, was mostly independent study done from back lab– and he bothered to get that approved for me. The library shelves on the back wall held fascinating books from the 50's on waves and electromagnetics and mechanics. Among other things, he let me bring a giant 5' Tesla Coil I built at home into the classroom and turn it on. We would talk after class or after school about the typical thought-experiments one does when you start to study physics: like the possibility of perpetual motion (if you jumped into a hole dug straight through the earth (and ignored air resistance), black holes and event horizons, and the various bizarre implications of relativity and quantum mechanics. Of course the depth of my understanding was limited, but there were no physics questions off limits for an inquiring teenage mind, and he would go the chalk board and outline the basic equations and we'd diagram the problem. So of course I majored in Physics--and here I am 25 years later and I still love physics – and teasing out little exotic bits of phenomena from the world with new things we build… I am sure I am one of many who feel this way about him. We live on in the lives of those we influence and change. Here's to you Mr. Stambaugh--A heart-felt THANK YOU - for being the tolerant and encouraging teacher that you were.