Anybody ever drop in at "Singin' Sam's" roadside hash house near Dove Creek, Colorado (pinto bean capitol of the world!). Looked for it last time we drove through, but Sam was gone, the name had changed, and somebody else was greasing up the pots. Sam worked right behind the counter, frying up your 'burger, singing all the while. Show tunes, pop standards of an earlier time, and all the good old songs we used to sing around the piano on a Sunday night. Damn' good singer, too, Sam was. He was delighted when we joined in, adding harmonies. We seemed to make his day for him, as he did for ours.

Sandy