Ever the showman, Gregory Scott Salter, the first son of Wright and Linda Salter, came into the world with a full head of hair, wearing his favorite suit, and ready for a fun-filled life on February 22, 1969 in Bay City, Texas.  In Scott's early years, he grudgingly put aside his favorite pillow and matriculated to the playing fields of the Cypress Fairbanks Sports Association.  His natural athletic ability and flare for the dramatic produced numerous "ESPN Top Ten"-ish moments on the football and baseball fields, and especially on the basketball court; however, Scott was a man before his time (no ESPN then) and he had to settle for the ooh's and aah's of his family and friends, as well as those who would frequent the Norchester Club basketball court.  Scott could intimidate athletic opponents not only through his natural ability, but by his mere appearance... he was likely the only kid in the area who had to shave every day as a sixth-grader.

Scott breezed through the rough-and-tumble worlds of Matzke Elementary and Cambell Junior High, years during which he likely set a world-record for the most continuous playing of "Rapper's Delight".  Scott's good looks equated to him always having a girlfriend in tow, which continued into his high school years and beyond, and his athletic pursuits continued into his high school years as well, where he was far and away the best player on the basketball team.  It has been said that Scott never saw a 20-foot jumper that he didn't like, even during a 3-on-1 fast break.  In all seriousness, Scott was an amazing athlete, and in the years after Scott somehow graduated, the basketball coach showed his teams videos of Scott playing, as an example of how to play the game well.

It was during his years at Cypress Creek High School that Scott had the forethought to realize just how overrated school really was, with his most well-attended class being detention.  The school apparently gave credit for the ability to recite lines of Caddy Shack and Run-DMC lyrics by heart, and Scott graduated from Cypress Creek High School in 1987.  From there, Scott moved on to Stephen F. Austin University, where he was a proud member of the Pi Kappa Alpha Fraternity, and he continued his athletic pursuits as intramural captain.

Beginning in high school and continuing throughout his life, Scott was always working a job, if not two.  Scott earned spending money in his high school and college years working various jobs, but his most coveted gig during that time, by far, was at Foot Locker, where he got first dibs on the newest Nike, Fila, and Adidas offerings.  Only the likes of Imelda Marcos could compete with Scott's shoe collection.

After his time at Stephen F. Austin, Scott was introduced to the mobile home industry through friends met in college.  Scott thrived in the mobile home industry for decades.  His immense personality was perfect for the sales world.  Scott's professional endeavors culminated in management positions for Palm Harbor Homes in both the Tomball/Houston and Rockwall/Dallas areas.  Scott was once heard to say that he could "sell ice cubes to Eskimos", and he was probably right.

Scott's greatest accomplishment was not athletic or work related however.  It was his family.  Scott produced two good-looking, smart and well-mannered boys, Grant and Ty Salter, and he was so proud of the fine young men that they have become.  Both Grant and Ty are pursuing collegiate studies and are well on their way to surpassing their dad's educational pinnacle.  Nonetheless, they will have big shoes to fill.  Scott was also lucky enough in life to find a true soulmate and best friend in his wife, Roxann.  Scott and Roxann loved and respected each other entirely.  Scott was often heard mentioning to others how lucky he was to be married to Roxann. There wasn't a day that went by that he didn't tell her how much he loved her.  They enjoyed all their time together, from the simple things like the "What's in your wallet?" commercials, to the nicer things such as world travel.  It can truly be said that Scott's life was really at its peak until this past November, when he contracted Covid.

Scott was diagnosed with a hereditary leukemia a year ago, and he dealt with the disease like a game of one-on-one basketball versus his little brother…not kind.  Scott attacked the cancer with his full determination and effort, going through chemo and making regular visits to Houston for treatment until he finally beat it.  What was unknown at that time was just how compromised his immune system was as a result.  Scott contracted Covid in November and fought it tooth and nail for two months, but ultimately could not overcome it.  Scott passed away peacefully with his adoring wife by his side on January 22, 2021, one month shy of his 52nd birthday.

More than anything, Scott will be remembered for his unyielding positive attitude, his wonderful laugh, his amazing smile and how good he made those feel who were lucky enough to be around him.  In addition to his wife and his sons, Scott is survived by his stepson Mike Young, his mother and stepfather Linda and Rick Brown, his brother Brad Salter, his best friend Shawn Sexton, as well as numerous in-laws, nieces, cousins, aunts, and uncles, all of whom miss him dearly.

Scott would love nothing more than to have family and friends be able to gather in a celebration of his life and reminisce of old times, and that is something we will do; however, Scott would not be a fan of his celebration turning into a super-spreader event.  In honor of Scott's memory and out of respect for those Scott knew, we will hold off on setting a date for the celebration until the terrible virus that took Scott from us is under control.  Until then, stay safe.