I am still mourning the loss of Tom, who died far too young. A creative and accomplished scholar of Russian history and mass culture, Tom was a dynamic and inspiring teacher. In the last two weeks of his life, we posted a notice to history alumni about his illness in case they wanted to contact him. The letters came pouring in, testifying to the impact that he had had in the lives of so many of our students. He was a generous and committed colleague who was widely admired for great passion and integrity. Everyone knew how much he loved jazz, science fiction, film noir, and the Chicago Cubs — especially the Cubs; he had an entire wardrobe of Cubs-branded clothing. And he was more fun than anyone I have ever known: smart and incisive, sometimes biting, but always honest and caring. On a regular basis, Tom and his wife Liisa invited friends for zakuski (Russian appetizers) and vodka shots. Tom always led off with the first of the toasts, which became increasing sentimental as the evening progressed. Our dinner parties with a beloved circle of mutual friends over the years are part of the soundtrack of my life.