I love a good euphemism. Before I launch into the matters at hand today, let’s dive into the legend of ‘ole Sam Hill and try and ascertain, as Cotton Eyed Joe would say, “Where did he come from? Where did he go?” Yes, I know the title reads Scam and not Sam. We’ll get there. It’s as clear as mud, right? In the center of downtown Prescott, AZ, there stands a building on Montezuma Street. These days, it’s a wedding venue, but back in the early to mid 1800s, it was a mercantile owned by….yep, Sam Hill. Oh, but the oddities Sam sold. The town folk were so enamored of Sam’s strange wares, he became an expression! See an animal you’ve never seen before? “What in the Sam Hill is that?” Get stuck waiting for your husband to pick you up from town in the horse and buggy? “Where in the Sam Hill have you been?” So, Sam Hill hails from the old west, then, as American as the OK Corral or a journey toward a gold rush. But, wait. Maybe the meaning is far more macabre. Essayist and journalist Henry Mencken swore the expression stemmed from the name Samiel, the character of the devil in a German opera, Der Freischutz, performed in NYC in 1825. The popularity of this opera had everyone and their momma proclaiming “What in the Samiel” on the streets of the big apple. See, back in 1825, one dared not use the term devil, for fear of an actual summoning. Samiel, probably once it hit Texas, land of adding all vowels to words whether they need them or not, turned into Sayom Heiiul. So, Sam was a demon. Here’s the real truth. Who knows? See, Sam Hill was also a legislator in colonial Connecticut from 1727 – 1752. Also, he was a famous Michigan surveyor AND a Pacific Northwest millionaire in the roaring twenties. What he wasn’t, however, so far as I can tell, was a guy with a fake office set up in his living room who called around and threatened folks for money. Let me tell you about my run in with a scam artist.