Sam Fowler

RICHARD’S CHOICE By Sam Fowler When I was twenty three in 1978 I was selling Cadillac’s, Oldsmobile’s and GMC trucks in Midland , Texas. The sales manager hired a twenty eight year old man named Richard and I was a more than little threatened by him. He was so handsome, impeccably dressed, and had a beautiful smile that lit up his entire face. Confident men like him always made me feel inferior like a worthless “ugly duckling”. I couldn’t find enough excuses to walk past his office that

The love of my life slipped through my fingers forever. I found out too late he could have been mine all along.

You have to draw a line in the sand somewhere for things you will, and will not do, even for a good friend.

SAMMY YOU SO MEAN by Sam Fowler Back in the mid seventies and early eighties I had a friend in Midland named Crandall. He was tall, blond, and blue eyed with a hairy chest. I met him in 1975 when I walked into the “Fisherman’s Warf” way out on Pearl Street in Odessa , Texas. The bar was a dive with a jukebox that got drowned out every time a train went by because it was right next to the tracks. One night this drag queen named Hal unplugged the

Thanks everyone. I feel like such an idiot for not replying sooner. I started a new job 1-8-10, and sold my condo 1-29-10, so I've been busy packing and moving. I'm sorry I haven't had a chance to check in, I still don't know how to use the forum correctly. GROAN! I'm surrounded by boxes taller than my head. I HATE moving!

My mother says I didn't have a first word, I began with a sentence, "Look at the moon." Perhaps it was because she and my father used to take me to the drive in movies with them as a baby, and she would rock me to sleep and kept telling me to, "Look at the moon."

Aren't most falling stars just airliners ejecting their solid waste?

I really don't believe in superstitions. Years ago a black kitten came to my parent's house when they weren't doing to well financially. He walked right into the house when my mother opened the front door between the legs of their Great Dane, hissed at the dog, and made himself at home. They had him for over fifteen years and soon after they adopted him their financial situation improved dramatically. Eleven years ago when I moved to Ft. Worth I broke an antique mirror of my great aunt's, and I had to throw it away. Instead of seven years bad luck I soon got a job making more money than I'd ever made in my life, and that job lasted exactly seven years. So I walk under ladders deliberately, wait for black cats to cross my path, and consider anything that most people think as bad luck as good luck for me!