Autobiographical
Of Tattoos, Bazooka Gum and Lessons Learned
By Don Kenton Henry Thank you all for your participation. You (at least some) unwittingly participated in a social experiment of the type recently perpetrated on all of us by this very entity to which we subscribe. I.e., Facebook. In case you were not informed, Facebook recently published posts on our pages intentionally designed to […]
A Night At The Oscars
A NIGHT AT THE OSCARS By Don Kenton Henry ”You’re traveling through another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind. A journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of imagination. That’s the signpost up ahead—your next stop …” Finn’s Landing, Indiana! Pardon the poetic license this author […]
From Camelot to Kokomo
From Camelot to Kokomo (November 1963 – November 2013) By Don Kenton Henry Fifty years ago tomorrow I was a student in Miss Fishberg’s fourth grade class in Kokomo, Indiana. I was in the last row, next to the wall, just beneath the school intercom speaker. I sat transfixed on it as it squelched, […]
It’s That Time Of The Year Again. Halloween . . . Time For 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 […]
Buzzards Beware Before Dining On Me
Fun fact of the day: Just before heading to the gym, I decided to Google the drug, Ketoprofen, the anti-inflammatory my doctor prescribed for me yesterday. Among other details, here is the most interesting thing I learned: Recent studies have found ketoprofen is a veterinary drug causing lethal effects in red-headed vultures. (Not blondes or […]
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, […]
