By Don Kenton Henry There is a great black cloud which fills the void between the prairie to the sky It blocks the sun and breathes and, as it does, exhales a wind from the soot and sulfur filled lungs of the dark side It rolls onward and before it comes a pale horseman […]
THE DAY JACK BENNY DIED By Don Kenton Henry “Who would have thought a tale of star crossed love which began with the death of a celebrity … would reach its near conclusion with his own.” The hearse made its way onto the gravel road and into Weston Cemetery. I followed in the first car […]
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. […]
“I write in the shadow and spirit of Mark Twain and Bill Shakespeare. My greatest dream and aspiration is that they will laugh with me . . . and not laugh me out of the classroom.” At the age of fifteen, during the process of being given traveling papers by three high schools and attending […]
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