When I graduated high school I griped about going to Richland while my friends left town for bigger cities and what I thought to be greener pastures. Now, ten years later and even with a degree from one of those ballyhooed four-year, private universities, it's stridently clear that the best of my formative years were spent at Richland Community College. A major reason for that is Sam Straka, our speech team matriarch.We were by no means the best. In fact, I'd argue that the motley crew who shuffled into Joe and Sam's tutelage between the years 2000-2002 were some of the worst, most unpolished, obstinate and unlikely public speakers ever assembled. But in true Sam Straka theatrical style, it played out like so many movies. The rag-tag team somehow comes together under the guidance of an improbable leader to pull off the miraculous victory in the end.I personally didn't win squat, of course. By that I mean I don't have a piece of plastic in a box somewhere with gold flake falling off it. My victory is having known Sam, having known all the others, and having the innumerable, hilarious, wonderful memories.Joe, if you're reading this, I hope you're heartened by Sam's impressive body of work and the lives she's touched.