Sam had little patience for armchair scuba divers. I can't tell you how many of his posts we had to, um, edit. He ruffled more than a few feathers, but for the most part, when I explained reality to the butt-hurt user Sam had just schooled, they got it. He was a priceless commodity that we would not have for very long. I can't tell you how I wish we had hundreds more of his posts that we have to edit. I loved that curmudgeon.
One of the funniest, albeit tensest, phone calls I ever got was from Sam. Some "wet behind-the-ears moderator" (his words) had edited his post for being a sexual innuendo. What? Well, the problem was that the moderator (also deceased) was not a native English speaker and had no idea what a "puddle jumper" was so he Googled it. Yeah, he didn't come up with what we all know to be a small seaplane, but some whacko sexually deviant definition. OMG x1000!!! It was obvious that we had a "failure to communicate", and it took me soothing ruffled feathers on both sides. I always dread days like today.
And in some sort of perverse pleasure, I wonder what Google is going to make of the sudden interest in "puddle jumper" after this post.