Shauna Shames
When I was an impressionable undergraduate, Sid was my living proof that someone could be both a brilliant political scientist and a kind, loving, compassionate, and funny human being. He put a human face for me on a whole discipline, all the more so because he looked and felt like my relatives, making it accessible, even interesting. I was and remain ever grateful to have been chosen as “footnote-checking slave” that summer between my junior and senior years, and I don’t even begrudge the dozens of hours it cost me in the labyrinthine basement of Widener Library, the smell of which will never leave my nostrils.
