Curtis Rowland Fair

Well folks — Curt Fair here, signing off after one heck of a run.

After a long negotiation, I finally convinced dementia to let me clock out. And true to form, I refused to go the memory care route — instead, I made a graceful (and slightly dramatic) exit, surrounded by the people I loved most.

I made my debut in Oklahoma City, born to the legendary duo Leslie and JoAnn Fair — two fine folks who taught me that if you can’t be right, at least sound confident. I graduated from the University of Oklahoma in 1972 with a degree in History — which, let’s be honest, is just what you get when you love telling stories. (Boomer Sooner, by the way.) Plus, every good salesman should know how we got here... even if they skip the footnotes.

I spent nearly 50 years in pharmaceutical sales — yep, half a century convincing people they needed things they didn’t know they wanted. Eventually I founded Curt’s Consulting, LLC so I could still work — just with fewer meetings and more lunch breaks. Honestly, I should’ve done that years earlier.

I had a deep love for life’s absurdities. National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation was my favorite movie — which tells you pretty much everything you need to know about my sense of humor. I collected baseball cards, antiques, and stories (some true, some… well, close enough). I played a mean game of ping pong and believed that laughter was the only sane way to get through this wild ride called life. Humor was my superpower — and I used it every chance I got.

I lost my first wife, Michelle, to leukemia in 1982. She was an absolute gem. A year later, along came Tara — full of energy, sass, and two little boys. I couldn’t keep up with her then and I sure didn’t catch up over the years. I pulled out all my best sales moves, wore her down, and we built a beautiful life together. I adopted the boys in 1985, and we became a family — committed to muddling through the messes, celebrating the wins, and laughing most of the way. Most.

I leave behind my incredible wife Tara, my sons Dr. Richard Fair (and his wife Melissa) and SMSgt J.W. Fair (and his wife Jessica), and five brilliant grandkids: Savannah Ann, Cameron Presley, Scout Christine, Jett McLendon, and Tash PennyJay. Also still standing are my sister Donna Sue, a small army of family and friends, and a loyal bunch of clients who never escaped one of my stories — or my terrible jokes.

In lieu of flowers, send some money to St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital. They do phenomenal work — one of my granddaughters is walking proof. Plus, let’s be honest, flowers just sit there looking pretty and then die.

And yes — I wrote this obituary myself before heading off on my next big adventure. I even laughed while writing it. You should too.

Curt Fair — signing out.