Scott G. Campbell

Scott remains in our memories as a solid communications professional, a kind person, and a good friend to so many. May all those memories hold him in our hearts forever.

Our memories of Scott will live long because he lived life with such gusto and good humor -- and with that impish chortle of his. He loved to plan outings, and those of us who were fortunate to be his and Lori's friends here in DC benefited from all the fun, not to mention the cultural smorgasbord. Lori and Scott and I would marvel from time to time at our good fortune that Scott and I ran into each other on a sidewalk in DC in 2003 when I'd come to interview at Bloomberg. I'd lost touch with...

Having met Scott when I was only 22 and sharing in his friendship and with Lori for 40+ years is something for which I´ll always be grateful. As others have said, he was brilliant, unique, funny and fun. We enjoyed so many good times, plays, movies, art, dinners, especially ringing in the new year. I´m bereft. Much love to Lori and the rest of his family and friends.

I loved Scamper. That was his nickname because his logon at the Post was scamp. He, me and Val spent a few days at Val´s house in Nantucket and it was a blast. Scamp and I decided we would become a singing act called the Lucky Charms (i have no idea why) and we would sing The Lion Sleeos Tonite over and over again using the words "in the village, the mighty village" rather than the "mighty jungle" as the song actually went. When Scamp´s time at the Post was winding down (i don´t know why) I...

Scott was such a fantastic co-worker to have as a young communications staffer. I learned so much from him and was lucky to run into him occasionally even years later, most recently when he was volunteering at the polls during this year's primary. He was clearly loving life. Sending so much love to the entire family.

Scott was a lovely guy. The Palm Beach Post newsroom in the mid- and late-eighties was a joyful place and Scott was a huge factor. He threw us a going-away party in late 1992 with an in-house invitation to Post staffers in which he anticipated a surge in circulation in Lake Worth and Riviera Beach. (I still have it.) Funny guy. When the D.C. chapter of The Palm Beach Post Alumni Association convened for one of O´Hara´s passes through town, Scott was always there, vibrant, full of stories....

I don't know if anyone has mentioned this, but it has to be said. Scott had one of the most terrifying coffee mugs to have ever graced a newsroom. Young reporters came far and wide just to gaze into the darkness that was his mug. This sounds like an exaggeration but it's not. There was at least a half-inch layer of black sludge at the bottom of that mug. It shook me to my core and made me question my own existence. I yearned to have a mug like that but lacked both the intestinal fortitude...

My favorite newsroom memory of Scott was how he could manipulate the old Atex computers to make it look like you were getting an ominous message from the editor: Come to my office immediately. So many of us felll for it but you could never get mad at him because he always had that big smile on his face, One day he called some of us over to his ATEX screen and he had somehow drawn a model of the Starship Enterprise using keyboard characters. I still have no idea how he did that. He was one of...

Scott was a crackerjack reporter and writer, and a light in the newsroom at The Palm Beach Post. He was the best of us.