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History Trumps A Royal Flush
HISTORY TRUMPS A ROYAL FLUSH “The best woman I ever had, I won in a card game. Not in New Orleans, Vegas or some other “City of Sin”, but in Dayton, Ohio. My prize was an even less likely result given I had not played poker since the sixth grade.” By Don Kenton Henry The […]
Tragekitty
TRAGEKITTY “A classic case of trag-i-dip-i-ty: the occurrence and development of events by chance with tragic or CATastrophic consequences.” By Don Kenton Henry It is rare two seemingly unrelated incidents in time come together at precisely the same place such that the lives of all involved – or in this case the lives–and–death of one […]
A Midsummer’s Wet Dream
A MIDSUMMER’S WET DREAM By Don Kenton Henry Herman Raucher said, “In everyone’s life there is a summer of ’42”. Mine came twenty-seven years later in 1969. I cannot say without a doubt she was the most beautiful girl in the world. There may have been somewhere a girl with form as shapely; with hair […]
Another Campground Tale
by Don Kenton Henry Herein lies another short story. This one is an excerpt from “The Day Jack Benny Died.” It is told through the eyes of my yet-to-be-born grandson on the occasion of and the events preceding my funeral. ANOTHER CAMPGROUND TALE Who would have thought we’d be burying that man a week later. […]
The Truth About Being A Daughter
(This is my father’s day gift from my daughter, Jessie Remington Henry. I sat in a hotel restaurant yesterday crying in my eggs as I read this on my smartphone . . . more than a thousand long miles from her. If you read it, perhaps it will make you feel better about the resilience […]
Run From Your Funk
by Don Kenton Henry What do a Czechoslovakian smorgasbord, Rin Tin Tin, a Shetland Pony, a bear in the air, a graveyard and Mo’s Funk Machine have in common? Why the Fourth of July, 1976 of course. And beginning that night of our country’s Second Hundred Anniversary and over the course of seven hours into […]
From Camelot to Kokomo
From Camelot to Kokomo “Fifty years ago this November, the classroom speaker delivered the fateful news to Bucky Beaver and Miss Fishberg’s fourth grade class in Kokomo, Indiana: ‘The President is dead.’” By Don Kenton Henry We quickly approach the fiftieth anniversary of that fateful day in Dallas when our young and handsome President, […]
