Dan R Fowler
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Dan R. Fowler. 71, writing is more than a hobby, it's a place for me to become anyone I choose to be, visit mystical scenes, or swim deep within my brain. e-book paperback, or audible. type dan r fowler on the search line. Amazon
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I Sit Alone
I Sit Alone This morning as I sit alone having my morning’s share of coffee lightened by a couple of teaspoons of milk, a memory floored over me that I couldn’t help but be drawn into. In the poverty-stricken camps of the little community where I grew up, we weren’t as accustomed to soda pop or carbonated beverages as children seem to be today. Buying Coca-Cola in small glass bottles at the local community store was something that we did only when we found a dime or were given one by our dad. After securing the few coins in our pockets and filled with anticipation and a flutter of excitement, we prepared to make the journey across the valley to the store built right beside the two-lane road, a make-shift one-room catch-all. I and my brothers, David and Billy Joe, felt as though we held a fortune in our hands as we looked down at the clutch of coins we had been given. A few nickels and, of course, pennies held the possibility of buying one of those bottled drinks stored in the red cooler that had the bottle opener on the front. The cooler wasn’t an upright one as we know them today, but a chest type with a heavy lid. It took two of us to open the top of the cooler and retrieve one of those glass bottles. Having been given our instructions, we three boys who lived on the only hill in the area, walked out of the house, down the steps out of the yard, down the dirt road, and the long pasture leading to the bottom of the mountain near the railroad tracks. For us, the trek was arduous, but once having made it to the bottom of the hill, there was no turning back.
By Dan R Fowler2 years ago in Families
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