I can still hear the back door close behind me as I
enter “my candy store,” and I smell the very distinct
scent that says Cowley Drug. With my red two-wheeler
parked out back, I rush down the sloped entrance and
stop at the old-fashioned soda machine to buy a 35
cent soda. I take off the bottle cap… POP! Right there
at the soda machine, I guzzle my drink.
Those were the best sodas ever! It was at Cowley Drug that I had my first brush with the law. I must have been four, maybe five, and I was with my big brother, Chris. My crime? I stole a piece of penny candy. Chris made me go back and apologize. To this day, there are few things as frightening as the memory of that red-headed old woman and her very stern demeanor. I am certain she scared the sin right out of me; my days of robbery started and ended that day at Cowley Drug.